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... and asked softly.

“Did you draw this?”

Richelle Dunn hummed, “I haven’t held a paintbrush for so long that it always feels off when I draw…”

Roy’s other hand held her soft, boneless hand that was resting on his chest.

“No, it’s drawn very well. Is this me in your eyes?”

Richelle rested her chin on his shoulder, “Not entirely, it’s still a bit off…”

Richelle’s voice, still carrying the stickiness and softness of just having woken up, and her soft bo ...

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