Except when she was facing Hannah.
After entering the kindergarten, Evelyn Winter watched Arnold Simmons’s back as he got into the car, kicking the stone by her feet, "What’s so great about being in love, just wait until I..."
...
Half a month later, the online discussions about Hannah finally started to fade away.
The entertainnt industry updates very quickly; without any manipulation, new trending topics naturally erge.
Acting and singing genuinely interest Hannah, and she gives her all to things she is passionate about.
But her interest in things cos and goes quickly.
Lately, she’s beco obsessed with playing gas.
She isn’t good at playing and wants soone to guide her; her friends are initially happy to help.
But after a few attempts, even the most skillful Edison Lynch couldn’t take it anymore and asked her, "Have you considered trying a different ga?"
Hannah didn’t think twice, "What ga?"
Half a minute later, Edison Lynch sent her links to several gas.
All of them were mobile gas, featuring suave and handso characters, providing an exceptionally good gaming experience.
Hannah tried it for a few minutes and then couldn’t pull herself away.
Edison Lynch breathed a sigh of relief... freed.
But while he was happy, Arnold Simmons wasn’t in a good mood.
Finally, when Hannah was smiling at her phone again, Arnold Simmons walked over.
He had just finished showering, his robe hanging loosely, wet and unruly black hair falling over his forehead, dark eyes, with slightly upturned corners, naturally alluring.
Beautiful like the hazy moonlight on a rainy day, distant lights glowing, neon colors reflecting in those deep eyes.
The phone in Hannah’s hand was suddenly taken away, and as she looked up, this was the "scenery" she saw.
A smooth jawline leading down to the loosened collar, a long neck, pronounced collarbone, and below that was...
As the person in front of her leaned closer, Hannah had to lean back, until she almost lost support, a tightness at her lower back bringing her into a warm, slightly humid chest.
Instinctively, Hannah pushed with her hand.
Her palm was scalding, accompanied by the rapid and powerful heartbeat.
She only hesitated for a mont before reacting, her clear pure eyes carrying a hint of laughter as she looked at him, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
He said he was doing nothing, yet the belt around his waist loosened.
Hannah instinctively glanced down.
He pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly, with a deep, hoarse voice calling her na by her ear.
In the past, such things were what Hannah loved to do the most, but now it was the other way around.
The light in the room was glaring, making Hannah squint her eyes, and the next mont, the light went out.
The room suddenly plunged into darkness.
Only the moonlight poured in from outside, frosting the ground, with a faint scent of roses in the breeze.
Arnold Simmons reached out, his fingers lightly covering the back of Hannah’s hand, the warmth soft and gradually transferring over, like flickering, dancing candlelight.
Just a bit, captivating even in the dim room.
At the critical mont, Hannah heard a whisper in her ear, "Is the ga more fun or ?"
The initially hazy eyes seed clear for a mont as she gripped the soft pillow tightly, her fingertips slightly white, her voice soft and off-key, "Arnold, aren’t you childish?"
Competing with a ga for affection.
The man lowered his eyes, vast whiteness reflected in his gaze, the cool moonlight like a veil, srizing, "Not childish."
He leaned down over her.
The moon hung on the willow tips, the moonlight bright yet hazy.
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