While you're busy reading a book in your bedroom, Viero — your husband walked in and hugged your body as he was resting his head on your chest, being clingy again.

"Wife, I want juice." He spoke.

"There's a glass of orange juice in the refrigerator. Go to the kitchen and get it yourself." You said without throwing a glance at him.

You heard him sigh before he spoke.

"Sweetie, I meant other juice."