"Of course." Memoria raised her hand without turning her head and carefully tucked the smoothed-out guarantee letter into the photo album, "If you ever dare betray me, I'll throw you out!"
"You little goof!" Logan squatted down, watching her place the album back in the box, "You're not even hiding it in a secret place; aren't you afraid I'll quietly steal it away?"
Memoria rolled her eyes, "I was going to hide it, who told you to come in?"
"This is my house, I can come in whenever I want."
"Hmph... what do you mean your house, it's my house!"
"You're my wife, what's yours is mine!"
"And you're all mine."
As soon as she finished speaking, he already lifted her from the ground.
"Hey, Logan, what are you doing!"
Before she could struggle, he carefully placed her on the bed; her lower back still ached, so Memoria cautiously curled up.
"I'm pregnant, I can't... do that!"
Logan chuckled softly, "What do you mean by 'that'?"
"Stop playing dumb."
