My Precious Luna's Blood
She must have heard my voice, seeing how she took her gaze up at me.
“Hey, we, meet again.”
I said to her, she arched her brow, as if trying to recall where she had met me.
“So, you're the man with the purple eyes,* she stated with a smile that exposed a perfect set of white teeth which are properly arranged.
How can she be this beautiful? What am I supposed to do when she looks like this? Her eyes are bright and beautiful, her hair is so smooth and silky, and I could perceive the shampoo on her hair, which was neatly tied up in a ponytail. The urge to take off the ribbon on her hair and let it dangle freely, like it did the first day I met, made me get up from my chair. I need to control my
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