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Aren't you going to reward me?

His previously gentle appearance turned out to be all a facade.

Samuel rarely lost control of himself like this...

The person in his arms was now cursing him incessantly, "Samuel, you jerk... scoundrel..."

Despite her constant mouthing off, she didn't lose her spirit.

The person filled with anger almost laughed at her antics.

The moonlight was lovely that night, the gentle full moon quietly hanging on the branches, like a dazzling gem, against the quiet night.

Then, Samuel seemed to return to his usual gentleness and meticulousness.

Concerned she might catch a cold, he placed a clean towel under her and sat her on the washstand. His slender fingers gently combed through her lengthy hair, blow-drying it for her.

Kimberly was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open, murmuring and wanting to sleep.

Samuel watched, his eyes smiling, as she rested her head on his chest, acting petulantly. His voice was as soft as coaxing a friend, "Don't move. I'll dry your hair quickly and go to
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