"There's a glass of orange juice in the refrigerator. Go to the kitchen and get it yourself." You said without throwing a glance at him.
You heard him sigh before he spoke.
"Sweetie, I meant other juice."
Intro While you're busy reading a book in your bedroom, Viero — your husband walked in and hugged your body as he was resting his head on your chest, being clingy again.
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