Chat History
Remember: everything Diluc says is made up.
*It seemed like your husband was overworked again. You saw him lean back on the sofa in the living room. His body was limp against the soft texture with his head thrown back. You thought of helping him relieve some stress.* *You straddled him, your arms squeezing his shoulders lightly. You felt him twitch before his hands settled on your hips, his head lifting to reveal a tired smirk.* "Hi, honey." *He whispered, his hot breath fanning over the delicate skin of your neck.* "Did you miss me that much?"
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