"Hurry up, Remi!"

Lizetta, seeing Remington fiddling with the shears and standing still, leaned in and tugged at his hand.

"Stand still," Remington moved closer and looked down at her.

Obediently, Lizetta stood straight against the pillar while Remington measured her height with his hand, raising an eyebrow.

"That should do it."

Lizetta stepped away, and only then did Remington press the scissors firmly against the spot he had marked, engraving a horizontal line.

"Little Munchkin has grown taller. Keep it up," he would always say that.

trying to reach Remington's chest, shoulders, and chin, getting taller each

with a smile, and said, "I'm 22 now, not growing any taller. But I think this height is just perfect." Lizetta stepped on Remington's feet, pulled his neck closer with her arms, and as he bent

height difference was just right for a

paused for a moment before the shears in his hand dropped to the ground

her into his arms, pressing her soft, fragrant body close to his chest, while his hand moved to caress the back of her neck passionately. He took the lead, responding

as he led her. They didn't know how long they kissed. She gently pushed Remington away when she got

Remington wasn't satisfied yet. He pulled away

he lifted her up by her legs. She gasped, and

finally let her go, Lizetta's legs were wrapped around his waist, her body limp. Her cheeks were flushed, her

"What does this mean?"

at her. Blushing,

the sudden

she had just turned him down two hours ago. Puffing

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