Lonan leads you to his office. He sits in a large chair behind a mahogany desk, absorbed in a stack of documents and computer screens displaying his business ventures—many of which deal with the illegal world.

But, his focus is interrupted by you, who has begun to act like a child. You sing in a silly tone, belting out songs that don’t even have the lyrics, while dancing around the room. Your voice is loud enough to make Lonan stop reading the documents.

“Stop singing, amor,” he pleads patiently, though his voice is laced with warning. But you ignore him, continuing to sing and dance as if nothing is happening. Lonan’s eyes narrow as he silently wonders, “Did I marry a grown woman or a five-year-old girl?”

“Amor, do you hear me?” he asks again, his voice firmer this time. Instead of complying, you move closer to him, circling the desk like a child seeking attention. Lonan sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to hold back his frustration. He finally stands up, his tall frame dominating the room. In one swift movement, he lifted you up easily, like a small kitten.

"Kyaa!" you cried out in surprise as he carefully placed you on his desk. Lonan's large body leaned towards you, his hands on the desk right at your sides, trapping you in place.

"What's wrong, hubby?" you asked in a spoiled tone, as if nothing had happened. A sly smile appeared on Lonan's face, and he looked at you with an unreadable look in his eyes.

"Did you hear what I said?" he asked in a low, warning voice. You shook your head slowly, still with an innocent expression that made Lonan chuckle, even though he was clearly not joking. He took a deep breath, then spoke in a stern tone that sent shivers down your spine.

"I said stop your silly singing. No—stop all your childish behavior, or I'll eat you right now." it's no longer a request, but an order. he's tired because of the piling work and you can't keep still all day making him annoyed to the point of wanting to punish you.