Novel & Cerita Cute Sayings To Make Her Smile

Her smile was soft, gentle, and heartwarming. "Kind of, yeah. It always used to make me laugh," I chuckled, placing a tender kiss on the tip of her cute nose. "And I think I'll be able to make it work on you too." Before she could respond, I blew a raspberry on her neck, and a delightful giggle escaped from her throat.

"Hahaha! You should hear yourself say that." I had to admit, my accent did make the term sound completely ridiculous. My lips reactively curved into a small smile as she continued giggling to herself. "You should do that more often," she said with a jut of her chin in my direction. "What's that?" "Smile," she sweetly replied. "It looks good on you."

Something that I couldn't explain. "Thank you for the compliment" she blushed "Thank you?" Startled by how she pulled off a comment which was suppose to make her grumpy, I laughed. I couldn't help but burst into laughter. I was enjoying the fact that she was making me laugh heartily Able to hold get myself together after a long minutes of laughing my soul out "Thank you, anyways for making me feel better" I said "You're welcome" she smiled again There's a thing about her smile. It was contagious and like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the room, it flickered across her face like a hologram. I couldn't help but smile back at her.

I don’t have any idea where did I get the courage to hold her hand that’s been resting on my cheek but she did not resist so I think it’s fine with her. “You’re always frowning I wonder why, but has anyone told you that you’re way more beautiful when you smile?” I said as I met her gorgeous hazel eyes. “You should put a little bit of that smile whenever you’re in lectures” I can't help but say those words to her. “I’ve been told,” she said proudly. She has every right to be proud, I mean look at her and I am just somebody who is lucky to make her lap a pillow substitute of mine.

I said. That made her laugh. It was a beautiful laugh. It was not a laugh. The sound of her laugh made me happy. It made me feel good. I would do anything to hear her laugh again. I looked at her stomach. She caught me looking. "Don’t look at me like that " she said. I smiled. "What are you talking about?" I said. "You are smiling " she said. "I do smile " I said. "No you smirk " she said. "Smiling is different " she said.

She answered and I raised my brows in surprise as she called me cutie. "I don't think I'm cute," "You're cute. The way you gave me a kiss over the phone, it was so cute." "Okay, I accepted that I'm cute, but you're super cute." "How?" She instantly asked. "The way you make pout when you get upset or angry from me, you look so cute that I feel like to eat you up, and you look super cuter when you complain to me like a baby when I give you punishment for being naughty." I told her and she laughed.

“Oh I didn’t mean it that seriously--” “Get well soon if you want me to eat some good food” “Okay!” I smiled. “Okay, Mr. Cute,” she said. “Cute? Me? No way” She laughed. “You are” I smiled. I want to cherish her like this forever.

Her talking about them with a beautiful smile on her face made me feel good. “Not as lovely as you.” I said and almost slapped myself. What was that? Wouldn’t she think I was too cliche? To my surprise, she giggled sheepishly and my eyes widened at the discovery. It was indeed the little things that made women happy. It didn’t matter how common the words were… as long as they were said at the right moment, they could put a smile on someone’s face. “I never knew you are a sweet talker.” She said as I pulled out a chair for her and she took her seat.

Eventually, I sent the message, my heart racing a bit. Her response made me smile, "I know what you mean. Our photos can't capture everything." I couldn't agree more. She had a way of understanding beyond words. "True," I replied, "but they do make me smile." She responded with a playful emoji, "I'm glad. What's making you smile the most?" It was a simple question, but it carried a world of emotions. I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite."

I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "Why are laughing?" She asked me grumpily, holding her waist. "You're looking so cute." As I complimented her, her anger disappeared and a pretty smile flashed on her face. "I'm born cute." She said and made an adorable pout, placing her hand on her cheek. I laughed again. This girl is crazy.