"Scarlett, do you want to know who that girl is?"
"No!"
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"Sleeping so soundly..."
"You little brat, do you want the Young Master to carry you down?"
"Scarlett Yates, are you pretending to sleep on purpose, waiting for me to carry you?"
So noisy, really so noisy...
Why is there a voice mumbling incessantly by my ear?
Scarlett Yates furrowed her brows in displeasure, reaching out aimlessly in the air, turned over, and continued dreaming.
Another soft laugh came from beside her, as if someone was standing right there, and then he reached out and picked her up.
Scarlett Yates snuggled drowsily in his arms, couldn't help but take a deep breath, and mumbled softly in a half-dream, "It smells so good..."
She seemed to really like this scent, muttering as she took several more sniffs, like a cat seeking warmth, nuzzling deeper into his embrace.
