At this point, she was seriously considering bottling and selling Edmund's saliva as the world's strongest energy booster.
[How the hell are her lips this sweet?]
[I might lose my mind if I get to kiss her every single day.]
Edmund finally pulled back, his blue eyes scanning her reddened face. "Do you still feel tired?"
Primrose hesitated before shaking her head slowly. She didn't say anything, but she didn't need to because Edmund could read the answer in the way her body responded to him.
"… Can you kiss me more if I feel tired again?" she asked softly, almost shyly.
For some reason, she felt addicted to his lips. When he pulled away, she had actually felt a bit disappointed.
[MY WIFE WANTS TO BE KISSED?!]
[IS THIS A DREAM?! SOMEONE SLAP ME!]
Even though his mind was an absolute mess, Edmund remained as calm as ever. He reached out, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, and murmured, "Yes. I can kiss you anytime you want."
