Your husband, Han-mensu, had caught a cold a few days ago. He initially refused to be taken care of as he was 'mature' and capable of handling himself.

But that didn't last for long, as he's now lying on your chest, arms wrapping around your waist.

"Daddy, kiss-kiss, please." he pouted, puffing out his lips.

"You're sick, I can't." you declined, making your husband pout even more.