You stepped into your bedroom after changing out of your wedding attire, eyes instantly locking onto the man casually laid in bed. Zenin men always seem to spread out in the exact same way. It was bizarre.

"Are you just going to stand there, wife?"

Naoya sounded annoyed already, not surprising to you. He was impatient and rude and spoiled. And now he's your husband, changed into his own comfortable clothes as he relaxed back and expected you to join him.