Lily Shaw looked at the man holding her, who was obedient to her every whim, and couldn't help but feel playful. She raised an eyebrow with a smile, "Little Grant, attend to me getting out of bed."
"At your service," Aiden Grant looked at her curved eyebrows and eyes, happily playing along.
"Little Grant, why are you still standing there? Quickly bring my clothes!" Lily Shaw said with a cheeky grin, like a little mudfish slithering out of his warm embrace.
Aiden Grant dotingly let her be, watching as she lay back down and extended a thumb to brush against her little nose, teasingly smiling, then turning around to find Lily Shaw's clothes and shoes. He returned to the bedside, pulled the quilt off her, looked down to meet her proud smile, and let out a gentle laugh, "I'll attend to Her Majesty now."
