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Her gaze fell to the crab’s belly, swollen and pristine white. A delicate fissure revealed a glimpse of the golden treasures held within.

No longer preoccupied with imparting a lesson to the crab, Millie sighed softly.

“What a marvel it is to harbor thousands of little crabs within one womb

In an instant, Millie experienced a sense of déja vu, as if her words had echoed from a previous moment.

Recollection surged as Millie’s thoughts journeyed back to the previous night, when Marcus playfully mentioned her buttocks and the potential to bear many offspring. Strangely, she detected a shared undercurrent in these remarks, a logic that intertwined both instances. As this realization settled, Millie couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes at him.

“What occupies your thoughts?” Marcus inquired, a mischievous Lilt in his voice.

“Oh, nothing.” Millie blushed, concealing her embarrassment with a shake of her head.

lips before his gaze fell upon Millie’s ankle-a canvas of ivory and tenderness, graced by a conspicuous bloodstain that rendered the injury

your disposal?

her chamber, returning with an ointment cradled in her hand. Seated gracefully, she poised herself upon a chair, intent on attending to her injury with the

gentle as a whisper of wind on a summer’s day. Carefully, he guided her leg onto his lap, a gesture both

onto his fingertips. The coolness of the salve touched her skin like a soothing caress. Even his finger’s roughness was barely discernible as

voice drifted, entranced by his gentleness. In such moments, she found herself consumed by affection

skin will bear the markings of time, and my visage may lose its luster,” she mused, a

is eternally devoted to you, my love, regardless

“Do you love me?”

question hung in the air, and her brow creased in

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