Gently rubbing his face against her hair, Cold Lakey whispered, "You still won't admit it when I call you silly girl, aren't you afraid I really wouldn't wake up?"
"It's just perfect if you don't wake up!" Memoria gently smoothed out a crease on his hospital gown, "Then I can inherit your estate and find a few good-looking, obedient guys to keep me company every day. That would be true leisure and joy."
"Bah!" Cold Lakey sneered, "Is my face dark? More handsome and obedient, can anyone be more handsome than me?"
"Take a look at your current state, bandages on your head and gauze on your face, what's handsome about that?"
"At least I don't have eyelashes all over my face."
Memoria sneered, "That's because someone didn't get me waterproof ones!"
"I don't have waterproof mascara, but I have plenty of moisturizing lip balm. Do you want some?"
"Do you have a health certificate?"
"Guaranteed free from infectious diseases."
Memoria chuckled softly, lifting her face off his chest.
