Joyce Clara's P.O.V.I felt him carried me when I wake up. I look up at him and stared at his face intently. "Are we at our destination now?" I asked, confirming if we are really here. He bows down so that our eyes will meet. "Yup, Honey," he answered and focus on the way again. "Am I not heavy? You might be exerting so much strength in carrying me," I said while still staring at him. He is busy looking at the way while I am watching him. He shakes his head. "You're not heavy.""You might get tired," I added and pouted. He stops and looks at me with a serious look. "I will never get tired of you. Remember that, Honey," he said and look back at the way again. I cannot help but to smile with what he said. I know it's too cheesy, but I still found it sweet.He looks at me again. "Later, you are the one who will get tired," he said, giving a meaning while smiling naughtily at me. I slapped his chest lightly. "You and your dirty mind again.":He laughed at me. How I love that view
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