Lincoln effortlessly distinguished the true Little Princess clad in a black nightgown, as her face had turned a vivid red.
Clearly, unlike her bold move, she was already dying of shyness inside.
Watching the pair of black and white twins about to burrow into his blankets, Lincoln's nose began to itch.
He was a normal man, and with the Little Princess—a deliciously appealing young girl—throwing herself into his arms, how could he possibly remain untempted? The only thing that had kept him from devouring her was a certain delicate sense of protection.
But now that the little girl had gone this far, it would seem almost rude for him not to make a move.
—Not to mention, they had reached an understanding the night before.
Yet, before proceeding, Lincoln still reluctantly ushered the one in the white nightgown out of the bedroom, leaving only the true Little Princess, who promptly and brightly nestled into his embrace.
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