"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.

to reach

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

him that their height difference was

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

second, Remington lifted 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

had stood on his feet, stepped back against the pillar as he led her. They didn't know how long they

wasn't satisfied yet. He pulled

by her legs. She gasped, and he continued, silencing her protests with

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes soft and glistening, and

"What does this mean?"

her. Blushing, Lizetta met his gaze and said, "Remi, let's

squinted, "Why the sudden change of

bit embarrassed; she had just turned him down two hours ago. Puffing her cheeks, she replied, embarrassed,

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