The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 80: Good Morning Kiss (2)

"Here," Edmund said, gently helping her into her nightgown. "I’m sorry if they’re a little wrinkled. Maybe ... I should ask the maids to leave some of your clean clothes in my room. That way, you won’t have to wear the same ones again."

Primrose and Edmund both turned their faces away at the same time.

Her cheeks were burning, completely red and hot. Honestly, it felt like Edmund had just asked her to come to his room more often ... oh, how embarrassing.

"The... the baby won’t appear right away, right?" Edmund said seriously, like he was discussing something that involved the kingdom’s security. "So maybe we can—"

"I get it," Primrose cut him off before he could finish what was sure to be a very embarrassing sentence. "We can ... do that again later."

Edmund clenched his fists tightly. His thoughts were immediately flooded with excitement, so loud it almost gave Primrose a headache. [My wife ... my wife wants it too! She said she’ll come to my room again later!]

"How often ... can we do it?" Edmund asked, cautiously stepping back as if he knew he was asking something risky.

[Every day? Or maybe once every two days?]

Every day? That was way too much, especially if Primrose would soon have official royal duties.

"I’m not sure ..." she said, thinking about it for a moment. "How about ... once a week?"

Would he be disappointed? Of course, he would, right? Most men would probably expect their wives to sleep with them every day.

But Edmund just nodded. "Alright," he said with a faint smile, so faint that she almost didn’t notice it. "Once a week, then."

Primrose blinked in disbelief. She didn’t expect him to agree so easily. Wasn’t once a week too little for a man, especially for a Lycan with such strong desire like him?

Maybe ... he’s shouting his disappointment in his head, she thought.

[My wife has already blessed me just by being here. I shouldn’t ask for more. It’s not easy to hold back my desire, but it’ll be worth it when she lets me touch her again.]

He really wasn’t disappointed at all. If anything, he sounded grateful, as if a goddess had given him the most precious gift in the world.

"I think I should get going now," Edmund said softly. "I’ll change in another room, so ... see you at dinner, wife."

He walked slowly toward the door, clearly not wanting to leave. But just as he reached for the handle—

"Oh, wait!" Primrose called out.

Edmund turned around right away, hope lighting up in his eyes.

[Is she going to give me a good morning kiss? Or maybe ... a hug? I’ll take either!]

Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t that.

Primrose walked up to him and said, "Actually ... I don’t really like the color of my bedroom. Can I change it?"

Edmund paused, surprised.

[She doesn’t like it? But I thought humans liked light colors...]

If she thought dark gray was already too light, then white might just blind her on the spot.

When he didn’t say anything, Primrose continued gently, "It’s just a bit dull and dark. I’d like to make it brighter, maybe green and gold? Is that alright?"

Edmund snapped out of his thoughts when she lightly touched his arm. "I’m sorry it looks too dark," he said. "I’ll call an interior planner right away."

[So ... it was too gloomy for her eyes. Then ... What about my room?]

He let out a soft sigh. [Should I change my bedroom too? Since she’ll be spending more time here from now on ...]

Oh, what a considerate husband.

Primrose hadn’t even mentioned his room, but if he was already thinking of changing it, she wouldn’t stop him. In fact, she’d love to help.

"Do you ... want me to help redecorate your bedroom too, Your Majesty?" she asked sweetly, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

There was no way the mighty Lycan King could say no to that.

"You can redecorate my bedroom as much as you like," Edmund said, reaching out to her. His hand hovered above her head for a moment, a little hesitant to touch her. But when Primrose didn’t seem to mind, he finally placed his palm gently on her head.

"I won’t mind," he added softly.

Primrose smiled, warmth blooming in her chest at his gentle touch.

Just before Edmund could leave, she reached out and tugged on his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

Without saying a word, Primrose leaned in, standing on her tiptoes to give him a good morning kiss on the lips.

However, since Edmund didn’t lean down, her lips ended up pressing gently against his chin instead.

"Good morning, husband," she said shyly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I hope you have a great day today."

Edmund blinked, clearly caught off guard because he hadn’t expected his wife to actually give him a good morning kiss.

He took a deep breath before gently gripping Primrose’s shoulders, firm enough to hold her, but still gentle.

"You missed," he said seriously, like a commander catching a soldier who failed to hit the target. "I want to try again."

Without waiting for her response, Edmund gently lifted Primrose off the ground with ease, as if she weighed nothing in his arms.

Before she could say a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, deeper than the last.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t wild. It was gentle and meaningful, warm enough to make her heart flutter and her fingers curl against his chest.

A real good morning kiss.

When he finally pulled back, just a little, his voice dropped to a soft whisper. "Good morning, Primrose."

The way he said her name so tenderly made Primrose’s heart feel like it was about to burst. Primrose’s breath caught in her throat. Her cheeks turned warm, and she instinctively looked away, trying to hide the smile that tugged at her lips.

[My wife’s face is so red. Is she feeling shy?]

[She’s really cute when she gets like this.]