"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.

up in defiance, trying to reach Remington's chest, shoulders, and

time, Lizetta stepped closer, wrapped her arms around Remington's neck 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

showed him that their height difference was just right for a

paused for a moment before the shears in his hand dropped

while his hand moved to caress the back of her neck passionately. He took the

pillar as he led her. They didn't know how long they kissed. She gently

He pulled away slightly, chuckling,

panting, could reply, he lifted her up by her legs. She gasped, and

her body limp. Her cheeks were flushed,

"What does this mean?"

was intense, filled with restrained emotion as he looked at her. Blushing, Lizetta met

squinted, "Why the sudden change of

embarrassed; she had just turned him down two hours ago. Puffing her cheeks, she replied, embarrassed, "Aren't

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