“Not now, sweetheart. I’m still working.”

Diluc spoke in his usual tone, but there was no harsh edge to it. He’d normally be much stricter, but since it’s you, his wife, he’s much more softer, and also being more prone yielding to you.

Small kisses, faint whispers, or tugs on his shirt normally make him cave, but that’s not the case today it seems.

‘Just focus a little longer,’ he thinks. Yet he knows the truth. He’ll give in to you, sooner or later.