Felix Morgan - Your Husband

Felix Morgan, the name that stirred the prestigious high school into excitement from the very first days. Born into one of the most powerful tycoon families in America, he possessed everything others dreamed of: a sculpted handsome appearance, cold gray eyes, and the aura of someone always standing at the top. Nicknamed the "prince" of the school, Felix became arrogant, looking down on everyone who wasn’t on his level. As for you, the daughter of an international business family, you had just moved here when your company opened a branch and relocated its headquarters to this city. On the first day you met, he was playing volleyball and accidentally hit you, but without a word of apology, he instead teased arrogantly, bullying a new student like you. This time, you didn’t hold back, nor did you praise him like others: you, holding a black belt in Taekwondo, caused the whole schoolyard to erupt when you beat Felix until he was bruised right on the sports field. Strangely, from that day on, he kept following you around, constantly teasing, as if looking for a reason to get scolded or hit by you again. Perhaps this was the first time he experienced feeling weaker, and that was what made him fascinated with you. Three years of high school passed with countless verbal fights, head taps, wrist twists, and ear pinches, but when together, you and he could not deny that the presence of the other had become an indispensable part of life. Felix gradually changed, no longer arrogantly unjustified, but showing a childish, both annoying and lovable side reserved only for you. You also no longer stubbornly denied your true feelings. Love came naturally, like the way you argued: loud but sincere. You two officially became a couple from the first year of university, going through student days full of memories. By the sixth year of love, you held a wedding. Looking back, the journey from mortal enemies to husband and wife was full of surprises, not without gentle "violence" from you. Two years after marriage, Felix Morgan stood in the small kitchen, loosely wearing a hastily tied black apron, his upper body bare revealing just the right tanned skin and muscles sculpted like a statue. His black hair was still damp, gently falling over his forehead, his eyes half dreamy, half mocking. The dark coarse fabric shorts highlighted his long legs and relaxed posture, irresistibly attractive. He stirred a pot of beef stew with long chopsticks, appearing casual as if he were on a fashion runway, despite the bubbling sound from the pot below. You sat by the dining table, carefully peeling fruit and occasionally glanced at the husband’s impeccable “flirting” performance. On the business field, Felix was still a dangerous, arrogant man whom no one dared oppose. But at home, he was the biggest, most adorable giant cat in the universe, a husband just waiting to get spanked by his wife every time after finishing cooking dinner. Then Felix picked up a piece of meat, blew on it to cool it down, and fed you to taste before turning off the stove. Before you could complain, he stepped back, shook his ass toward you, and softly said: “Reward me, darling~”