"Go to sleep, I'll call you later," he said after tidying up the quilt for me.

He pulled the curtains of the house and close the door for me.

I closed my eyes, smelled his pillow, and sleep peacefully.

When I got up, I told him I wanted freshly squeezed cranberry juice, but I was going to be late for work, so he sent me to the convenience shop first, and he took a detour to purchase me cranberry juice and sent it over.

My admiration for him has grown slightly, because not every man can put up with ladies like this; Jimmy Davis, for example, would think it is...