Sophia applied for sick leave and was absent from university for half a month, but Stanley was not aware of what transpired that day. He thought that she was under the weather as a result of being scantily clad. Hence, he had been frequently visiting her and brought along delicious food. When they played a round of games today, the way she operated her character was not up to her usual standards in the past. Hence, he kept taunting her.
Nathan did not comment; instead, he followed her closely behind in the game, making a mov whenever she was in danger.
When Michael entered the room, he saw the three of them sitting in a row with three laptops switched on—Sophia and Nathan wore their frog pajamas whereas Stanley was in his usual punk leather jacket that made him look like a rascal. He had even brought lots of fruits and nutritious supplements. The carton of walnut milk was already opened and the three of them were drinking it as they played the game.
Sophia’s character died again after yet another round, so she sipped the walnut milk in frustration. She couldn’t focus recently and her skills at playing games were no longer as perfect as before. Her mind seemed blank while her hands lacked coordination with her brain.
A cold voice suddenly reverberated through the room. “It’s getting late. She needs to rest!”
The three of them, who were in the middle of the game, simultaneously turned at the source of the voice and noticed Michael, who had somehow returned home without them realizing. He was leaning against the doorframe and giving Stanley a cold stare.
Seeing this, Stanley choked on his milk, stammering, “Uncle, you’re back!”
Michael regarded him indifferently. “Get lost.”
Stanley immediately packed his bag while answering with a smile, “Hehe, I am leaving now. I’ll leave now.”
He thought that his uncle was mad at him because he was playing games with a patient. Hence, he did not have the courage to refute Michael. On the contrary, he swiftly packed his things and left.
After he left, Michael’s cold expression significantly relaxed as he made his way toward Sophia. She looked much better today than she was yesterday. In fact, she had rosy cheeks. He stepped forward to give her a long and lingering kiss.
Nathan regarded the two of them—who were glued to each other like magnets while being engaged in a French kiss—and was rendered speechless. Therefore, he turned and continued to play the game on his laptop.
While Nathan was playing computer games, the two people behind him gradually entered into a blissful state. They kissed at the computer table before shifting to the coffee table. Then, they shifted from the coffee table to the treadmill before finally ending up in bed.
For the past two days, Sophia’s mind had been slightly slow. Now that Michael had assertively kissed her, her mind completely went blank and she just couldn’t think as she reflexively responded to his kiss. Eventually, Sophia became tired from the kiss, so she lay on the bed while gasping for air. Her cheeks were blushing and flushing red since she was shy.
He gently leaned on top of her while kissing her chin softly, as if wanting more. What would I be able to give to have her here right now? However, she isn’t feeling well now, so my plan of bedding her has to be delayed once again.
Suddenly, Nathan, who was playing games, coldly reminded them, “There’s a phone call!”
The two people on the bed finally separated. Sophia took the phone, but she frowned deeply when she saw the display name across her phone. On the other hand, Michael chuckled when he saw that name and answered the phone while putting it on loudspeaker. Then, he placed it on the side of the pillow and bent down to continue carefully loving his petite wife.
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