He didn't bring Spidy or Snowy, as carrying two wolf dogs around would easily expose him. He never brought them during siesta. Without his right-hand companions, he naturally played the role of the listener, carefully guarding the lovely person in his embrace.
Slightly opening his eyes, his unpredictable dark eyes tenderly gazed at the person sleeping deeply in his arms, and a faint indulgent smile appeared on his lips.
The subtle fragrance from her body filled his nostrils, making his heart even softer.
Towering at over one hundred seventy centimeters, he held her, just over one hundred fifty centimeters, forming an image of a little bird depending on a person, and he loved this picture.
When he found the time, he wanted to paint this scene. His painting skill was several times better than his father's.
"Camila."
