Owen Moreland pinched Amelia Clarke's cheeks, which were as soft and smooth as only a young girl's could be. Without waiting for her to say anything, he went straight on, "Your taste used to be quite lacking, but now it seems to have improved significantly."
"..." Amelia tilted her head back to look at the man's dead-serious expression, as if the self-complimentary remark hadn't just come from his own lips.
After a moment, she grinned and burrowed further into his embrace, "My taste was poor before because I hadn't met you. If I'd met you earlier, my taste would have always been this good."
The words clearly delighted Owen Moreland.
The man's lips curved into a smile, his eyes brimming with amusement.
"Owen, we'll always be together like this, won't we?"
"What do you think?"
"I hope we'll always be together, never fighting, never parting, surrounded by our children, living peacefully all our lives."
"As you wish."
