Meanwhile..

"You are sexy"
"Thank you", I giggle.

He plays with my hair.

"I love you"
"I love you too" he giggles.

ZA

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Machina said…
Gataii.....
13:36
Zubaidah Arshad said…
Haha. Lama tak merenyammmm
13:54
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