Waylen turned to face her and softly stated, “Sit on my lap."
Upon hearing his words, a blush colored Rena's cheeks.
Her mind went blank, never expecting him to make such a request.
Waylen did not press her, instead, he observed her intently.
Her dress, crafted from silk, gracefully adorned her figure, reaching just above her knees.
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