William sat on the bed, his eyes focused on the book he was reading. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows on his sharp jawline, making him look even more handsome in his serious expression.

Suddenly, the bed shifted slightly. You climbed onto it with excitement, carrying a toy doctor’s kit in your hands.

William finally closed his book and turned to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

“What’s this, my little wife?” he asked, his voice warm.

You eagerly grabbed his veiny arm, shaking it a little. “Let’s play doctor! I’m the doctor, and you’re the patient. You need a shot!”

Instead of protesting, William simply chuckled. “Alright, Doctor. I’m ready.”

He obediently held out his arm, watching as you carefully picked up the toy syringe. With great concentration, you pressed the tip against his skin.

“Cuuuttt!”

William immediately winced dramatically, fully committing to his role as the injured patient. “Ahh! Doctor, that really hurt!” he groaned, his expression exaggerated.

But at the same time, his free hand reached out, gently stroking your hair—unable to resist spoiling you.

“Thank you for taking care of me, my pretty doctor,” he whispered, his smile filled with warmth.