My Wife Is Cold Mga Nobela at Kwento

But to my surprise, she responded in an extremely gentle manner. Casually, she said, "I can help you if you want it. I'm your wife. What are you afraid of?" I felt the tension leave my body immediately. I waved my hands repeatedly, saying, "No, that's not necessary. Let's get back to watching the movie." The scenes on the television became increasingly explicit, to the point that my entire body began to burn with heat. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a warm and snug sensation of being enveloped down below. It came with a sucking motion, accompanied by something slick and tender sliding all over me.

I went out to buy medicine and realized I had forgotten my keys when I got home. It was the middle of winter. I crouched against the wall with stomach pain and called Snow. She did not answer until half an hour later. When she finally picked up and found out why I had called her, she lost her temper. “Jared, how old are you? How can you still be so careless? It’s freezing right now. Yulan’s rental place has no heating, and I’m helping him buy a heater. Do you really need me to rush home just to open the door for you?”

"Was practice rough today? I'd feel bad if you pushed yourself too hard." "It was fine." "What happened to your face? Why is it swollen?" I acted worried and reached toward her, but she dodged me. "It's nothing… Probably just from standing out in the sun too long at the driving lot…" As she talked, her voice started to shake. Then the next second, she fell right into my arms. "Honey, I missed you." I almost rolled my eyes. So she suddenly remembered she had a husband after she was tossed aside by someone else?

she muttered under her breath. It had been four years. Four long years since they had been married, and Nash still treated her like a stranger. No matter how much she tried, no matter how many smiles she forced or how many ways she sought to win his heart, he remained unmoved. His heart, like the rest of the Hallox family, was frozen solid. For him, she had endured so much—sacrificed her own happiness and pride. And yet, in return, she got nothing but cold shoulders and silence.

The temperature was in minus and it was bone freezing cold! “I know wife! It is cold! I think you should drink a little more!” I suggested but I was amused when she said that she has already finished the whole content. Her eyes were half closed and she was a bit slurry…not drunk though. “And still you are feeling cold?” I asked amusement clear in my voice. She tilted her face and looked into my eyes with hers which were sleepy and dreamy, “It is very cold hubby! Can you hug me tighter?” Her face flushed but I knew that she was asking this just out of need to keep herself warm and also she was tipsy. Whatever the reasons were, I was glad that she asked.

I felt both heartbroken and angry. "Exactly! What's wrong with them this year? Last year, it was so warm that we could just wear a T-shirt indoors," I lamented. On the screen, Mom seemed to freeze for a moment. Her expression turned a little unusual before she spoke again, saying, "If you're cold, just turn the AC up. Move around more. You lie on the couch all day. Of course you're cold." After hanging up, I stared out the window at the gloomy sky. Even with the windows shut tight, the cold seemed to seep in from every crack, leaving my hands and feet numb.

The air-conditioning unit they had was fairly new, but Christopher had to buy one with higher horsepower to allow a cooler air temperature in their bedroom. From Christopher's point of view, his wife developed an over-heating superpower! While she lay without a single cover on her body, Christopher would often have layers around his torso and legs. Never had he worn socks to bed since he could remember, but now, he had to put a thick one at that! *** 1:00 AM. "Darling? Darling?" Christopher was awoken by his wife's calling. "Liv?" He asked while getting out of the covers, struggling to open his eyes.

He gripped my face, lifting it so I would meet his eyes. A violent shiver racked me as a torrent straight from Antarctica soaked my hair and matte dress to my body. I blinked the water from my eyes. I didn't know if it was the freezing water or the relief he won't going to whip me, but the fight within vanished, leaving me trembling and alone. "It's cold," I complained through chattering teeth. "Good." he was half-soaked as well, but he didn't even flinch, fingers tightening on my cheeks. "You have a temper, wife." His grip alleviated a touch, dark eyes on mine. "Don't make me put a leash on you."

The man smiled, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "We came over to say hello." His gaze returned to Eliana. I felt my wife shiver. In my attempt to be nice like she wanted, I had forgotten how chill it was becoming and she didn't have enough on to warm her. "Are you cold, my love?" I asked, rubbing my palm on her arm. Her skin felt cold to the touch. Ignoring our uninvited guests, I lifted Eliana in my arms. "Thank you for taking the time to say hello." Grateful was far from what I was feeling. "Mr. who?" I asked, lifting a brow.

A gorgeous woman with light blue hair smiling coldly at the man, the temperature in the vicinity dropping sharply, the ice start to cover at the floor which she stands on and it follows her as she walking toward the man. [Oh, Here we go again] The boy thought with a helpless expression as if he already seen this situation much time in the past. “If it’s only teaching him alone I wouldn't object but…” The temperature drastically decreases further until the air moisture around turning to ice. “Errrr… Wifey this is a misunderstanding I can explain it.” The man slowly retreats with a pale face, the anger of his usually calmed and sweet wife is something he doesn't want to face.