NovelEnglish"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.
Lizetta would then jump up in defiance, trying to reach Remington's chest, shoulders, and chin, getting taller
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This 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 | think this height is just perfect." Lizetta stepped on Remington's feet, pulled his
neck closer with her arms, and as he bent down slightly, she tiptoed and leaned in to kiss his lips.
She showed him that their height difference was just right for a kiss.
Remington, taken aback by her forwardness, paused for a moment before the shears in his hand dropped to the
ground with a clang.
The next 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 lead, responding fiercely to her kiss.
Lizetta, who 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 she got tired.
But Remington wasn't satisfied yet. He pulled away slightly, chuckling, "Tired already?"
Before Lizetta, who was still panting, could reply, he lifted her up by her legs. She gasped, and he continued,
silencing her protests with a kiss.
When he finally let her go, Lizetta's legs were wrapped around his waist, her body limp. Her cheeks were flushed,
her eyes soft and glistening, and her lips, which had been gently sucked by the man, trembled looking utterly
alluring.
"What does this mean?"
Remington's gaze was intense, filled with restrained emotion as he looked at her. Blushing, Lizetta met his gaze
and said, "Remi, let's throw a wedding party."
Remington squinted, "Why the sudden change of mind?"
Lizetta felt a bit embarrassed; she had just turned him down two hours ago. Puffing her cheeks, she replied,
embarrassed, "Aren't you happy?"
A smile played on Remington's lips, his eyes twinkling with joy. He kissed her again, murmuring, "How could | not
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Lizetta's ears heated up at his words. She was ecstatic, to the point that she felt a bit unreal and fearful.
She hugged him, avoiding his kiss to whisper in his ear, "Remi, let's have a good life together. You need to treat
responding, "Okay."
Just then, a shout cfrom the courtyard.
Lizetta lifted her head from Remington's shoulder to see Tina looking over from a distance. Clearly, she had seen
their intimate pose. Tina covered her eyes, turned, and walked away.
Lizetta's face heated up, about to ask Remington to let her down when Tina, still covering her eyes, stepped
back and called out, "Mr. Dashiell, Mrs. Dashiell's carrying a baby; ahem, take it easy, okay?" After reminding
them, Tina quickly walked away.
Lizetta's face turned even redder, tapping on Remington's shoulder, "Aren't you going to putdown now?"
Instead of letting her go, Remington lifted her higher, admiring her embarrassed expression with a teasing smile.
"Well, since we've already been caught and misunderstood, just kissing seems a bit short-changed. How about
we..."
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