(After getting revenge on society, why is no one giving me monthly votes or tips...)
What was there to say? Life was probably supposed to be satisfying like this—waking up at home, with bright sunshine, peace and quiet, and someone beside me who loved me and whom I loved, holding each other as we welcomed a new day.
And there were no little brats bursting in to cause trouble.
The battle from twenty hours ago still felt vivid before my eyes, yet it had already passed. Although I knew that the things to worry about after the war had only just begun, now that the dust had only just settled, I should at least take a moment to catch my breath.
A warm, soft sensation came from beside me. A soft body was still resting on my arm. I turned my head and looked at Miss, who was still curled up in my arms. She was sleeping soundly, curled into a ball like some small animal. Outsiders would probably never imagine that someone as forceful as Miss slept like a baby in private. Her hair was scattered across the bed, thick and flowing like rippling pool water. A faint smile rested at the corner of her lips, as if she were having a pleasant dream. She deserved a pleasant dream—the nightmare before had truly scared her badly.
Just as I was thinking that, Miss suddenly smacked her lips, then fumbled around until she found my arm and chomped down on it.
I immediately bared my teeth and sucked in a breath of cold air, but I was afraid of waking my wife, so I did not even dare breathe in. Whatever pleasant dream this girl was having, it definitely had something to do with food. At that moment, I was