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“What’s this?” Mina’s tail swayed with excitement as she lifted the lid, revealing a single bowl of ice cream—but this was no ordinary flavor. The smooth, rich texture gleamed under the warm light, with specks of golden honey swirls infused within. “This,” Mina declared, “is my ultimate creation—Royal Honey Delight.” Mies raised an eyebrow. “Honey?”

I hold his face then looked into his eyes and whispered sexily in his ear. "I also bought a couple of more stuff, well the woman that works there was adamant that every bride must buy them." I giggled, but he was curious. I was blushing. He was making me nervous. The woman said they were the most vanilla things, that were available at the store. But now, I was suddenly very timid in showing him the stuff.

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It still amazed her that she was finally the owner of her own business. Troy had just finished his baking for the evening when she slipped into the apartment. The last item was the orange cranberry muffins which were Juicy's favorite. He had actually just placed the last golden brown muffin into an oversized food storage container. Now everything felt right in the world. Juicy was home, the apartment smelled of fresh baked bread, and her pretty brown face held a smile that was now so natural as if she hadn't been that 'angry black woman' almost half a year ago.

"It's time to reunite with old friends and rekindle the strained relationship between you. Ms. Queenie, please forgive me." 'The guy is a walking Buddha. Must be.' Jana sighed before opening her mouth. Sweet exploded on her tongue. Moist, extremely soft and mouth watering sweetness. Jana's mind short-circuited, exclaiming two or four praises for the female lead's skill in making sweets. A timid smile blossomed on her face. Unconscious to her shy appearances, Jana even commended Gio with a small, "Good job."

She finishes and looks away with a smile. I should have kept my mouth shut, but I didn't want to hold back anymore. I smile coldly and open my lips to say the words that want to force their way out. "That means that person would be a very pretty woman to have taken after me." Her face changed drastically and I smiled and turned my focus to Gilbert. I was not here for Yvonne, but she will get her thirst for the sour lime soon.

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

She thought the passionflower scent was mild, yet enchanting. “I meant your possessiveness” Blood rushed fast to her cheeks as soon as she heard Mike’s comment and she looked away from him. “The perfume is good, though” he changed the topic, sensing her blushing. “For dad. He had been so nice to me. I want to get something for him” he sighed hearing what Sarah just said “Choose one for me then…” his voice was low with hesitant. Would she feel like he is getting too clingy? She took a used perfume-testing strip and brought it close to him. It was something sweet, like a mix of vanilla and orange

Cream's voice is low and as always, it held the reasonable side. That's one reason I believed they were so compatible. So completely different from each other both in looks and brains that it was hard to not imagine they were both two pieces of a puzzle that made a beautiful picture when together. Strawberry snickers, eyes no longer on me as he says "And then she's the sweetest thing after ice cream. She might know Vanilla would be a threat but that she also needs help so she'd ignore that. Her name is literally Sweet" "But what if she's not?" My voice is in a whisper too as I look at him "What if she's actually a good person?"

Her skin turned out to be so good. And now she is twenty years old, the girl's best skin condition. After tearing off the face mask, Ye Wan-wan released the sewage from the bathtub and rinsed his body again. Put on the bathrobe and sit in front of the dressing table. The girl in the mirror smeared like a distant, the bridge of the nose high and delicate, the delicate lips of the original lips look very good, like the peach blossom of March, seductive pick, the most amazing or those eyes, like the autumn water, the light glow, the turn of the stars.