The next day.
Blanca Roach opened her eyes, only to feel soreness all over her body, and could not help but hum lightly.
Last night was said to be compensation, but in fact Matthew Grant had wanted her so madly all night that she had no recollection of how she had ended up falling asleep.
She turned her head to look at the “culprit” who was still asleep, and it looked like nothing was wrong.
Blanca Roach, feeling angry, reached out and poked him in the face, but there was still no response, and suddenly she had an idea.
She laughed lightly, looking at Matthew Grant’s handsome face in his sleep, and felt that something was still missing.
Thinking of something, Blanca Roach gingerly got out of bed to get her makeup and brushes, not noticing the open eyes behind her.
Matthew Grant looked at the figure holding the edge of the wall, his lips hooked a smile, and closed his eyes again.
He wanted to see what this little woman was up to again.
Blanca Roach held back her discomfort and retrieved a pile of things, placing them one by one carefully out of the bed, looking at Matthew Grant’s face full of smiles.
She looked at it for half a day before picking up a box of eyeshadow and slowly applying a layer of color to his eyelids, and took out a black marker to draw on some cat whiskers.
Blanca Roach looked at a different Matthew Grant than usual, smiled and narrowed her eyes, and took out another lipstick.
She was about to put it on when she ran into a pair of dark eyes. She drew a cold breath and hid the lipstick behind her back with a dry laugh.
“Good morning.”
“Hmm? Good morning?”
Matthew Grant raised an eyebrow and stared at her, his tone playful, “Had enough fun?”
“What’s that? I don’t understand, just get up and go to work.”
Blanca Roach urged with a forced laugh, turning sideways to block the “tools of the trade” behind her and moving backwards little by little to get away from the bed.
Matthew Grant saw what she was trying to do and reached down, pulled her back by the ankles and pinned her underneath.
He hooked the corners of his mouth and said in a muffled voice, “You want to run away when you’ve had enough? Madam, shouldn’t you be responsible?”
“What are you talking about, why can’t I understand.”
Blanca Roach said this, but her hand touched the corner of Matthew Grant’s mouth, looking at the whiskers and laughing uncontrollably.
Matthew Grant clutched her wrist and forced it over his head, darkening his eyes.
“You can still have the strength to laugh, it seems I or I did not try hard enough last night, or now again …”
said, his hand touched the side of Blanca Roach’s waist, and the warm touch made her heart shiver.
“No!” Blanca Roach outlet stop, eyes immediately with a trace of innocence, soft voice begging, “Okay, okay, I’m wrong, later I have to take Alice to her grandma’s house, and then I will not have the strength.”
Matthew Grant stopped moving, reached out and pinched her nose, half-threatening, half-pampering.
“Next time you try to be so naughty, I won’t let you walk out of bed no matter how much you beg me!”
“Got it, my lord husband, get to work!”
Blanca Roach narrowed her eyes and sounded good-natured, watching Matthew Grant go inside the bathroom before she laughed out and rolled over a few times on the bed.
She stuck her tongue out in the direction of the bathroom, not to mention the next time, or the next time she dared!
Matthew Grant went to the bathroom and glanced at the mirror, saw his own face inside, felt helpless and sighed lightly.
His own wife, there is nothing else to do but to spoil …