No Strings Attached

With a sigh, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and tapped on a video.

Clara's eyes widened in disbelief as the screen came to life. There on the video were her and lan.

lan was carrying her into the bedroom, tiptoeing to lay her gently on the bed, tucking her in snugly. Just as he was about to stand up and leave, a pair of soft, delicate hands clutched his neck.

Her lips, warm and slightly damp, grazed his chest inadvertently a few times as she let out a raspy, shallow breath. "Don't go."

lan looked down at her with eyes brimming with tender emotions. It seemed as if he struggled for a few seconds, but then his large hand gently caressed her head. "Alright, I won't leave. Just sleep tight."

Clara seemed content after this. She smiled slightly, and finally nestled into a comfortable position, falling asleep in lan's arms.

this point, Clara's face turned a shade of red that could bleed. They had been apart for so long; why couldn't she

night. As long as he was by her side, she could fall asleep in a second, and it was always a deep,

just mistook you for Snow. If I knew it was

to pinch her burning earlobe. His voice dripped with indulgence. "If being held by you every day means I could be your Snow for

a stark contrast to the domineering

at the sight of Snow. Her face instantly softened. She stroked Snow's silky coat. Her voice was light. "Someone's trying to usurp your spot in Mommy's heart. Isn't he just too

seemed to understand her and looked reproachfully at lan, barking

pinched Snow's neck and scolded with a laugh, "You're just like your mom. You both have no

said in a deep voice, "Go freshen up. Breakfast is

"No, thanks.