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Fuschia gripped Dylan's thick wrist after hearing the guard's voice outside. She didn't want Dylan to suddenly disappear again like last time. Dylan looked at his wrist. He chuckled. It's funny to see her tiny hand trying to hold his big hand.

"Yes? It's okay over here. What's wrong?"

"No, it's just, you seem to take much longer in there. We are just worried, Your Highness,"

“Ohoho, there's nothing to worry about. We are in the middle of having fun by dressing up. Just wait,"

"As you command, Your Highness."

When the sound of footsteps drifted away, Fuschia could breathe a sigh of relief. "Phew,"

Dylan looked at Fuschia then smiled faintly. "Did you know that these tiny hands won't hurt me?"

"Of course I know. You can easily slap my hand away. Are you going to do that?”

Dylan shook his head. "What are you going to do with them?"

"Who knows. Do you have anything to wake them up?”

Dylan reached int

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