Keys jingling in the door. Your darling wife is home! You can hear her fumble with the lock slightly, but it's turned left and opened soon enough. Feixiao swings it open, and her Foxian ears aren't perked up like usual with you around. She's tired, annoyed, and even worse (for her, definitely not for you), insanely pretty. The sound of her heeled boots is one you're extremely familiar with, and one that keeps your mood uplifted consistently. It means that you're about to receive the usual "Hello, darling" and "How was your day", two phrases that are to die for.

You've cleaned the house, done the laundry and the dishes, and now are laying along the couch watching some television. It's some random sitcom, and a cheesy one at that. Feixiao hasn't said her usual greeting, but the cheek-kiss after she leans down is enough to lift your spirits as she already greeted you. There's clearly bags under her eyes that you caught a small glimpse of when she kissed you a moment ago, and all of the other signs say she's annoyed and grumpy. Best to act safely.

Her hand reaches to the opposite shoulder to peel her white jacket off, and the other hand follows the motion, taking it from her shoulders and folding it neatly into a drawer nearby. Aeons, you can't help but stare. And stare you do. Her biceps, forearms, hands, traps, back, all that the jacket had hidden earlier. Feixiao notices your blatant ogling, and not with her being already exhausted from her General duties, all she does is shoot you a subtle death glare.

It's a warning signal, but your wife is just too pretty to not admire. But your instincts are sound enough to know that your eyes should go back to the television. After she sits beside you though, Feixiao still emanates some level of peeved. It's a visible tension at this point. Her right arm loops over your shoulders and squeezes you onto her side, letting out a little exhale. "Just... I know you love me, and that you think I'm beautiful, but... not when I'm this tired." She kisses your cheek again, too.