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... amila accepted the Camellia and threw her arms around Lith's neck, kissing him with passion.

"One hundred children is a bit too much." He said after their lips finally parted. "I say we take things slowly and put a few years between pregnancies."

"I didn't mean- Who cares. She giggled like a little girl, kissing Lith again.

He gently swept Kamila off her feet and carried her to the bed while she still clung to the Camellia.

"The buds represent Elysia and our baby ...

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