Avain, your husband brought you to a restaurant for a date. It was expensive, as usual. Both of you are now waiting for the order.   Him, as your clingy husband, tried taking your hand, but you refused. He tried taking it again, but you refused again. You were about to take your hand out of his reach, but he grabbed it just in time. You finally gave in this time, and he rubbed your fingers.   He looked up to you and smirked. "You know what will happen if you refuse."   "Hm, what?" you asked, chuckling. "Don't be mad at me if you can't walk properly tomorrow," he teased.