"I know." Ashton Heath softened his voice, his eyes filled with indulgence. "For you, I will also protect myself."
*
Diana Kinsman looked expressionless at the little girl lying on the bed, her painted scarlet nail enamel fingers slowly reaching the delicate and pale face of the little girl, easily drawing a red streak on her soft skin.
Then, she waited for the little girl to cry.
But after waiting for a while, the sleeping little girl with her eyes closed and snoring sweetly did not react at all.
The little girl still had her eyes closed, thick and curly eyelashes covered her eyes, her delicate and straight little nose moved slightly, her lips that were even pinker than rose petals were closed, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
She was smiling.
She didn't know what she was dreaming of, but she looked sweet when she smiled, and when she did, there were two shallow dimples on her lips.
