Brandan raised his hand to cup her face, kissed her on the cheek, and smiled warmly, "You're mine now."
Iris Harris looked at Brandan's smile speechlessly, his lips landing on her face, making her feel a little ticklish.
Sometimes, this man always shows a bit of childishness that doesn't match his identity and age.
But when he gets serious, he always makes her feel afraid.
Iris buried her face in the blanket, murmuring, "Let me sleep a little longer."
Russia's winter is extremely cold, and stepping outside is greeted with cold winds. She felt like a snake about to hibernate, never getting enough sleep, only wanting to stay indoors where it's warm.
Brandan looked at her weary face, knowing that her body couldn't adapt to the cold here, he pulled her closer, letting her lie in his arms.
"Sleep," he said softly, "I'll keep you company."
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