In fact, Joseph knew nothing about music, let alone playing the violin. He even didn't know how to put the violin well on his shoulder.
His hands were born for diamonds, actually. From knowing each other to getting married, most of the time, when she woke up, he had left already. Whenever it was, he got up earlier than her.
But this morning, when she opened her eyes, she seemed to live in joy.
It was so good that she could see him as soon as she opened her eyes.
Their love was never Platonic. He was no longer a boy, while she was not a girl. In their process of knowing each other, they were not young and na?ve anymore. Most of the time, they just show their strong feelings by body touch directly.
However, this morning, Irish thought that their love was pure and white.
It was just like love in that small town.
She raised her hands to touch his hair.
His face was still nestled into her neck. His breath made her feel uncomfortable.
"Joseph." She called his name gently.
He didn't open his eyes and just held her idly, answering lightly.
"Do you think you are romantic?" She suddenly asked.
Joseph didn't answer her.
She turned around and held his face up, asking again, "Answer me."
He opened his eyes and said slowly, "I can't make a living by just being romantic."
"But a romantic man is attractive."
Joseph took the opportunity to evade her hands and just kissed her cheek, smiling lightly, "I am not romantic, but there is still someone who loves me. For example, you."
"Shame on me." She also laughed.
Joseph closed his eyes again. He seemed to enjoy such an idle morning, and he just sought her aroma with his nose, "What kind of romance do you want from me?"
"Romance refers to surprise. If I just speak it out loud, can it be called a surprise?" Irish frowned. He was really silly. She thought.
Joseph just answered simply.
And then there was no noise anymore.
Irish sighed. She thought of the boy in her dream again. One couldn't just wish for love; otherwise, there might be differences. As she was thinking, she just pinched his ear, "See those main characters in the movie. They are so romantic."
Maybe Joseph hated her noises, so he just buried his face into her chest, murmuring idly, "They are sissy."
Irish felt shocked that Joseph would have expressed such a word.
She shook her head helplessly and laughed, "I think you are envying them.
Joseph bit, "Do they have something that is worth my envy?"
They both didn't wear anything, and he just bit the key position.
Although the strength was not great, she still quivered.
"They are handsome." She said slowly.
Joseph smiled widely. He didn't stop his action, "You once said that I was handsome."
"Um...they are nice."
Joseph's smile was not normal.
"Am I not nice?" he emphasized the word "nice" deliberately, pulling her even closer and embracing her tightly. "I have been treating you kindly, haven't I?"
Irish blushed and playfully tapped his head. "You're just teasing me. Don't lead me astray," she said with a hint of amusement.
Joseph laughed, "I am showing you the real meaning of "nice." Who is misleading? Me or you?"
Irish couldn't persuade him. Oh no, she thought she was not as sophisticated as him, so she just pulled his face away, "Hey, are you hungry?"
At midnight, he just got up to vomit. Irish had thought that his stomach illness recurred. After that, he just washed his teeth and then went back to bed.
Irish felt assured.
"Yes." Joseph made a sound through his nose.
Irish felt excited, "What do you want to have? I plan to be a good wife today. What do you think of it?"
"I'm longing for that." He smiled.
"Let me think. Let's have something lite. The blueberry jam tastes good, and we can accompany it with the bread. Oh, the foie gras sent from France has arrived. Just make a choice by yourself."
Joseph stared at her, "So lite."
"The breakfast should be light and healthy. At this age, you shouldn't eat something with high calories." Irish said sincerely.
He frowned, "What age?"
"You aren't clear about that?" She laughed.
Joseph focused on her smile and then pressed her down, "What's wrong with my age? Are you unsatisfied with me?"
"Do not do that in the morning." Irish giggled.
"I want to eat some meat." Joseph lowered his voice and then stared at her face. He looked bad now.
Irish tried to resist her smile, "No, it's high calorie."
Joseph touched Irish down and then said to her ear, "I'm not a vegetarian, so I must have some meat."
"How about fish?" Irish smiled and evaded from his lips, "Or salmon?"
Joseph's actions became more and more aggressive, "I must have something related to human beings."
And then he just kissed her cheek.
"Hey," Irish pushed his face away, and her actions became impolite.
Joseph got up helplessly and then looked at her, "Irish."
He looked anxious.
A man who just woke up in the morning tended to have a strong desire for sex. At least she could observe his changes.
"Your stubble hurt me," Irish complained and touched his side face.
"Let me see." Joseph pulled her hands away. Her cheek did look a little red now.
And then he touched his chin. His new stubble did appear.
"Get up and wash your face," Irish complained.
Joseph smiled lightly, "Let me have the meal first."
And then he acted like a hungry tiger.
She had to cooperate with him while she was still hungry.
*****
They had lunch on Golden Street. It was a good steak, but the 30% service charge was really heartbreaking to Irish. When they needed to make the payment, the waiter passed the bill on to Joseph, and Joseph was to take it over, but Irish offered to pay, "Let me do it."
The waiter took a glance at Joseph strangely and then passed it on to Irish.
Irish passed her bank card to the waiter generously. After making the payment, she patted his shoulder, "A man can be generous or stingy. It's not your man's task to pay for everything, okay?"
Joseph just smiled and didn't say anything.
As they got in the car, Joseph tied the safety belt for her and he just said, "To remind you, Mrs. Dover, the bank card is mine."
"Really?" Irish pretended to be surprised, and she just laughed, "I didn't see it clearly."
Joseph was accustomed to her behavior.
"See, you are so handsome, but the service charge can't be withdrawn." She sighed.
As she said that, Joseph was starting his car. He felt speechless. Okay, she just wanted some good things from his face. He thought.
"Where are you going, your majesty?" Joseph started his car, a little angry.
"Next station." Irish felt joyful, "So silly."
"I should be blamed." Joseph drove his car.
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