His Little Snow
I couldn't help but return his smile with one of mine; maybe not one as bright and beautiful looking as his, but either ways, a smile.
"Hello! I'm Snow and I think you're very beautiful," I replied, automatically throwing in a compliment without even realising it. After getting nothing in reply, I glanced back up in Dylan's face to find him blushing a beautiful pink, a colour I've found annoying whenever it appears on my face, unlike Dylan's face, that colour red was made for his beautiful, feminine face.
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