Hannah turned her face away, attempting to climb out of his embrace, but he held her tightly around the waist again.
She glanced at him, cald herself down, and her cheeks remained flushed, speaking softly, "I don’t have any wishes."
Arnold laughed softly, pinched the girl’s soft cheek, and forced her red lips to pout, "Who said the other night that they wanted to ride—"
"Shut up!" Hannah stretched out her hand and covered the man’s mouth, then turned her head to look at the front seat.
There were still people in the car.
But the car’s partition had already been raised.
Hannah breathed a sigh of relief and then glared at him again, her serious, little-girl act, "All I said was that I will ride on your head and have my way."
"That’s exactly what I was talking about." Arnold pulled down her hand, his voice pleasing with a hint of laughter, deliberately saying that to tease her, "What did you think I was going to say?"
"I thought..."
She lowered her eyes, long lashes like crescents, but the next second she opened her dreamy eyes wide, a sly smile spreading, "I thought you were saying you’d be my beast of burden."
The chill of the winter night was thoroughly chased away, and it was as if soone had lit a candle in the corner, its flas flickering, irresistibly warm to the touch.
After speaking, she laughed and dodged to the side. Under her lifted gown, her bare feet rested on the leather seat, a gold ankle bracelet with sparkling diamonds hung loosely, gently swaying against her skin, highlighting her snow-white complexion.
He reached out, suppressing the burning light in his eyes, "Co here."
Hannah shook her head without a second thought, and began to pull her long skirt train towards the back seat of the car.
She had only moved halfway when a hand covered her ankle.
His palm was scalding, its burning heat searing straight into her heart.
Hannah gasped softly, and found herself enveloped again in the man’s embrace.
The journey ho seed to grow exceptionally longer.
By the ti they arrived, Hannah was completely limp, just nestling softly in the man’s arms.
She rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at the flowers blooming in the manor.
Though it was already winter, they still stubbornly blossod.
The cold wind whistled, lifting the sheer fabric at the hem of her dress and making the flowers on the branches tremble.
Hannah instinctively sought shelter in Arnold’s embrace again, drawing warmth from him.
*
Night fell, and as expected, it began to rain, colder and damper than back ho.
The night seed ink-spilled, with the fine rain beating against the windows leaving silver needle-like streaks.
Hannah lay on the bed’s edge, her eyes opening to see the man erging from the bathroom.
His bathrobe was loose, with a casually tied belt around his waist; his skin, stead by the mist, seed to be coated with a layer of warmth. His already handso and delicate features now exuded an alluring charm.
It was captivating, impossible to look away.
Hannah watched fixedly, unable to hide the smile curling at the edges of her mouth.
So pleasing to the eyes that one couldn’t help but be obsessed, wishing to reach out and touch...
Perhaps not expecting Hannah to wake up so suddenly, Arnold paused in drying his hair,
Seeing the dazed look in his little niece’s eyes, he smiled and then sat down beside Hannah.
Gently rubbing her nose tip and deliberately closing the gap between them, his voice was deep and slightly hoarse, "Why aren’t you asleep yet?"
Hannah blinked, feeling the sudden warmth drawing near, and moved closer, resting her head on his thigh.
Wrapping her arms around his waist contentedly, she nuzzled against him and spoke softly, "Today, your nephew’s girlfriend ca to see ."
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