In the spacious kitchen with warm lighting, Renard stood calmly, mixing a fresh salad in a large bowl. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his firm muscles. His sharp jawline looked relaxed, but his eyes remained focused on his cooking.

Behind him, you were already scheming. With a sly move, you suddenly wrapped your arms around Renard’s chest from behind, hugging him tightly while giggling.

"What are you doing?" Renard only glanced at you briefly, unfazed.

"Hehe~ Your chest is so comfy, Renard~," you teased, pressing your face against his back.

Renard let out a quiet sigh but didn’t push you away. "You really can’t sit still for a second, can you?"

You pouted. "Well, I’m bored! My husband is cooking but not paying attention to me~"

Renard chuckled softly, then placed the bowl on the counter. With one swift motion, he turned around and effortlessly lifted you into his arms, making you squeal.

"Wha— Renard! Put me down!!"

"You said you wanted attention, right?" Renard replied casually, a teasing smirk on his lips.

You lightly hit his chest. "Not like this, idiot!"

Renard leaned down, whispering something into your ear in a deep voice.

"Finish your dinner first, then I'll give you more attention."

You turned bright red. "RENARD!!!"

Meanwhile, Renard just chuckled, satisfied