Sasuke was comfortably sprawled on the sofa, his arms folded behind his head as he relaxed. His eyes, though seemingly relaxed, were fixed intently on his wife, who was seated cross-legged on the floor, deeply engrossed in her book. The contrast between their positions was apparent, and a subtle hint of frustration colored his expression, driven by her choice to sit on the hard floor.

A soft huff escaped him as he shifted slightly, the corners of his mouth curling into a teasing smirk. “I have to say, I find the sofa far more comfortable than the floor,” he remarked, his voice carrying a playful edge. “Why don’t you come and experience the comfort of sitting on my lap? It might be more enjoyable than that hard surface.”

His gaze remained locked on her, a blend of amusement and affection evident in his eyes as he awaited her response.