My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

She playfully pinched his abs, “You’re so naughty! Don’t defend Samuel, he really needs a lesson!” 

“I’m just worried that if I step in, I might get on the wrong side of your parents.” 

“Ha, don’t worry about it.” Xanthen rested her chin on his firm chest, flashing him a radiant smile, “If he dares to bully me, my mom and dad will have your back!” 

Orion looked at her beautiful, mdiant face, unable to contain the deep longing he had felt for the past week. His eyelashes fluttered, and he leaned in about to steal a kiss, 

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But suddenly, Xanthea tumed her face away, 

Nearby, a Femis wheel that had been slowly turning in the night came to a stop, and an operator with a key 

y came over to 

open the door 

She pointed excitedly. “Orion, someone’s opening it! You didn’t arrange this in the middle of the night, did you?” 

Yep. 

Onon lifted her in his arms and headed for the glass cabin. 

“Hey, put me down, people will see” 

She shyly burrowed into his embrace, fearful of being seen. 

“It’s okay. The door’s closed now” 

The Ferris wheel started moving again, the glass cabin slowly ascending. Orion sat down with her in his lap, and just as she attempted to hop off, he firmly held her in place, securing her at his waist, immobilizing her. 

“Onion, what are you doing?” 

This mischievous position made her think of naughty things. And his slightly hoarse voice seemed to confirm her thoughts, “Can’t stand being apart from you, not even for a second.” 

Xanthea couldn’t help but laugh, now convinced he really missed her, sticking to her like a little kid. 

“Aren’t we together now?” 

“Not enough. I wish I could open up and tuck you inside me, or maybe, you could tuck me inside you right now, so we’d always be connected” 

Xanthea was like, “? That sounded a bit weird at first, but now it was just plain odd. 

“Orion, behave yourself, okay? Remember how you wore me out that night in costume? I haven’t even settled that score with you!” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Will you wear it again for me?” 

“In your dreams!” 

Dream on then. In the future, he’d find ways to make her wear all sorts of… 

Onon’s gaze darkened, what started as a beautiful thought was making him more and more agitated. 

“Orion, these fireflies are so beautiful.” Xanthea picked up a glass jar next to her, her eyes sparkling with joy. “How did you find them this season?” 

They’re bred.” 

“People actually breed them?” 

“Yeah.” 

Orion opened the jar, and a swarm of fireflies rushed out, filling the entire cabin, twinkling like little stars that blinked and moved, enveloping them in a close, magical glow 

Xanthea was enchanted, feeling as if she was in a radiant, dreamy galaxy, with a firefly landing on her fingertip. Through it, she could see the peaceful, breathtaking night view below, just like the Ferris wheel ride she had imagined with him when she was a kid. 

Her Ori had made her dream come true after all these years. Tears of joy filled her eyes again. 

“Orion.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, “You remembered all these things over the years, was it hard for you?” 

“Yeah, especially at night.”