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"Tired?" He let go of her lips and quietly asked as he held her on his lap.

"Not bad." She lowered her eyebrows, afraid to meet his gaze.

She was like a docile little deer, quiet and full of youthful vigor.

He held her, his cheek against hers.

"From today onwards, you will be living here. I will be coming to stay with you, but you can't sleep on this bed." "No," he said