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66 “The Joyful Sound”

作者: June Rimari
last update 最終更新日: 2024-11-25 23:52:34
Sixty-Six

As Florence laughed, a joyful sound that filled the room, Chaos could not help but smile as he watched her smile and laugh which made her more endearing towards her. He loved the way her eyes crinkled at the corners, the way her cheeks dimpled. Her laughter was like music to his ears, a melody that soothed his soul.

Chaos smiled at her, “I love your smile and laugh, keep it.” He said as he kissed her left cheek then her right cheek causing her to smile wider as his hand was resting against the side of her neck.

Florence smiled back, her heart filled with warmth. “Thank you,” she whispered. She felt a sense of peace and contentment that she had not experienced in a long time.

As they walked towards the bedroom, Chaos noticed Florence was struggling with the stairs. Without a word, he scooped her up in his arms, her legs dangling effortlessly. She giggled, her face flushed with surprise and amusement. “You are so strong,” she teased, her voice light and playful.

Chaos grinned
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