Bab 225: What are we?

"What do you wish to have for lunch?" Sly pecked me on my forehead. "I can make anything for you, or we can order."

"Nothing. I prefer to stay in bed with you all day." I pout at him.

"What?" He widened his eyes, "don't tell me you are still not satisfied after—"

"What can I say?" I flipped him, so he was under me. "Don't you think we need to make up for lost years?"

"I'm—"

"Don't tell me you are tired already?" I furrow my brows at him.

"We have been going at it since yesterday, Lee. I'm drained already. My body is aching me."

"Old man." I scoffed at him, "we only did it, was it four—"

"Six times." He rolled his eyes at me. "I'm hungry, Lee. And this time, it's for food."

"You can eat me, I don't mind." I smirk, "just once more, and we can go—" My phone started ringing.

"Gods! Even the universe is against me." I groaned as I got down from his body and stretched to get my phone from the bedside table.