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Every part of my clothes had a speck of snow on top of it, and it scattered all over me like it wanted to cover my whole body. It's cold, but not the type of cold that will hurt my body. Instead, the cold mixed with my own warmth made it comfortable, like it's balancing each other at the same time.
Lucien was very playful and gentle on every throw of snow he made. I can feel that his force and strength is very controlled, as he is making sure that the snow won't hurt me the moment it lands on my skin. He was also making sure that it wouldn't hit any sensitive and fragile part of my body.
Every hit landed on my arms and legs only, and with precision, it never hit my face, chest, and stomach. Meanwhile, my hits were quite the opposite. I didn't care if it would hit his unprotecte
