Okay, then.

Marga, what do you expect? Isn't it true that you two can sleep in the same room because you share a roof? Like a real happy married couple!?

I sighed deeply. In my crazed imagination, I almost slapped myself in the face.

There is nothing! Okay, I didn't expect anything. I didn't think we'd go on a honeymoon. I also don't anticipate us sleeping next to each other every night.

Is that correct? and, well, duh?

Is that only done for the man who adores his wife?

As a result, we are exceptional.

Recently, a part of my brain wanted to protest, but I eventually just complied because...