She peeked up from his shoulder to see the grand living room and a huge staircase. She wondered how bad it would hurt if she ever had the misfortune of rolling down those stairs. Kian climbed up effortlessly and walked the hallway to the very end, the fourth room.
"Open the door. My hands are occupied," Kian said.
"Open it yourself," Samirah said with a mocking glare, "We could have avoided this situation."
Kian sighed helplessly. His chest heaved up and down impatiently, but his tone was full of tolerance.
"Alright, it was my fault. Can you open the door?" He lowered his head to kiss her forehead.
Samirah was successfully enchanted into giving up her anger.
She silently reached out to the golden knob and opened the door. The room itself was huge and divided into two sections, one with the bed a……
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