"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

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

that their height difference was just right for

her forwardness, paused for a moment before the shears in his hand dropped to the

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

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

Remington wasn't satisfied yet. He

her up by her legs. She gasped, and he

cheeks were flushed, her eyes soft and glistening, and her lips, which had been gently sucked

"What does this mean?"

he looked at her. Blushing, Lizetta met his

squinted, "Why the sudden

two hours ago. Puffing her cheeks, she replied, embarrassed, "Aren't

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