"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,

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

him that their height difference

taken aback by her forwardness, paused for a moment before the shears in

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

had stood on his feet, stepped back against the pillar as he led her. They didn't know how long they kissed. She gently pushed Remington away when

He pulled away slightly, chuckling,

her up by her legs. She gasped, and he

waist, her body limp. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes soft and glistening, and her lips,

"What does this mean?"

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

the sudden change

just turned him down two hours ago. Puffing

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