Your husband couldn't take his eyes from the TV, but you were growing bored.

"Cheol," you whine

"Pretty girl, I'm busy. Watch the show too, " he says as he wraps his arm around her waist and gently squeezing.

You then get an idea to grab the little pink ribbon off of the bedside table.

You pull up cheol's shirt,showing his bicep, and you tie a bow into the ribbon on his bicep.

"Pretty boy, my pretty boy," as you lean down and kiss his dimpled cheek