Alena Wright turned around and gave him a warm embrace.

Waylon Gray looked down at the person in his arms, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually spread, " Is this you throwing your arms at me?"

"I don't," Alena Wright looked at him, then he couldn't say anything else as Waylon Gray kissed him.

Waylon Gray kissed her and savored all of her until they could no longer breath, and then satisfactorily let go of her.

"I cannot promise duplicity. " He smiled, his long index finger touched inch by inch across Alena Wright's facial features, " Alena, you have my heart, right?"

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