He wasn't going to take care of something, but to the infirmary to change his dressing, so he might be late in coming to sleep with her.
"..." He kissed her forehead, filled with affection, it felt so comfortable. She was stunned for a moment, isn't he the President, he's probably very busy.
She was very obedient: "Husband... good night."
"Night." He leaned down again, kissed her lips lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the surface, then tucked her in carefully. As if reluctant to leave, he leaned down again and kissed the little woman, "Good girl."
After saying that, he straightened his back, and walked out.
Eva instinctively turned her head, watching his tall and straight back, like a perfect clothes rack...
Something's not right.
She was taken aback for a moment, just now when he suddenly got close... How come she vaguely smelled a bloody scent, the smell of blood.
