Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Leanne was confused.

Curtis flicked on the light switch, leisurely straightening his shirt collar that had gotten tousled during their previous scramble, regaining his dapper, gentlemanly appearance.

He reached for the door handle, ready to leave.

Suddenly, Leanne grabbed his wrist.

Curtis looked down, a hint of amusement rising in his eyes. "What? Want more kisses?" he teased. He pulled her close again, leaning in. "Then let's have another moment."

Her cheeks flaming red, Leanne pushed his face away without mercy, pulling a tissue from her purse and thrusting it at him with a touch of irritation. "Wipe it off."

Curtis realized something, his thumb brushing over his lips. Her lipstick had smudged onto him.

His eyes twinkled with more amusement, refusing her tissue. "You help me."

Leanne refused. "Do it yourself."

Utterly composed, Curtis admired himself in the mirror. "This shade looks quite fetching on me. Maybe I should go out like this to give it a free promo.

couldn't bear

tissue, pressed it to his lips, and rubbed

"You're cleaning your husband's lips, not scrubbing a

"It's your fault."

off every trace, ensuring no smudge

mirror, fixing herself up, reapplying the

content, Curtis let the irritation smooth out under her gentle touch. He lounged against the wall behind him, arms crossed, watching her

took the

"Let me do this."

his skills, Leanne tried to take it

"Don't blame me if

She reluctantly stayed still.

time, Curtis was inexperienced

slow and meticulous,

and her lower lip, plump and full, was a soft peach without makeup, turning a vivid, bright red once the lipstick was on. To make it easier for him, she parted her lips slightly, revealing a hint of pink tongue

wiping off what he had just applied with

immediately showed an "I knew you couldn't do it" expression, turning to

to him by holding her chin. "I just changed my mind. I want to kiss