Drunk wife

Ansel carried Thora with the utmost delicacy into her room, her small hands gripping his shirt as if her very life depended on it.

He placed her on the bed with great care.

Ansel could see the fatigue etched into Thora's features and so he decided against waking her, allowing her to rest

As he covered her with a soft blanket, Thora stirred briefly, her small hands pushing the blanket aside in a sleepy, yet rebellious gesture.

He chuckled at her stubbornness and then tried to cover her for the second time.

"I feel very hot. I don't...want it " She said in a whisper while yanking the blanket off again. Her eyes half closed as she stared at the towering figure.

Ansel wasn't going to let her sleep without covering herself properly.

If he didn't cover her with the blanket then she would catch a cold.

And so, Ansel grabbed the blanket and made sure to wrap her up properly this time.

Just as Ansel was about to walk to the door, he caught sight of Thora yanking the blanket away.

Ansel was ab
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