He lightly touched the corner of the girl’s lips, erasing that hint of red, but couldn’t resist placing another kiss.
His voice was hoarse, "Do you enjoy teasing people so much?"
Hannah’s voice was soft, but her eyes were full of amusent, "I just enjoy teasing you."
How that single sentence made Arnold Simmons’ body tense, evoking a faint heat inside him.
She could feel the scorching heat emanating from his body, even through a layer of fabric. It was like a wild beast, its eyes glowing red.
Chaotic and predatory, his sharp teeth can easily pierce soft skin with one light bite.
Still, at the last mont, he stopped himself.
Arnold buried his face in Hannah’s neck, savoring the faint fragrance beneath her skin.
It was like a flower blooming under the moonlight, its scent stirring every single one of his nerves.
Ding—
The elevator reached the top floor.
Arnold inhaled that scent that srized and comforted him, ready to pull away, but she held onto his arm.
He looked at her, her lips pursed, her voice feeble, "I can’t walk; my legs are weak."
With a soft laugh, Arnold picked her up, his voice low, "Really useless."
Carrying her in his arms, he stepped out of the elevator.
Hannah leaned her head on his shoulder, her face rosy, but determined, "I’m just tired, it won’t happen next ti."
Arnold carried her into the room without letting go, and while holding her, poured her a glass of water.
Only after tasting its temperature did he bring it to her lips.
His movent was less awkward than before.
Hannah took small sips from the cup’s rim, obediently drinking the water he brought to her lips.
Only after she finished the water did the heat dissipate.
Arnold put down the water glass, adjusted his position to make her comfortable, stroked her smooth black hair gently with each touch, his gaze focused, his voice low, "I have to take a business trip in a while."
Hannah did not open her eyes, she simply nudged his chest, prompting weakly, "How long will you be gone?"
"About a week," Arnold responded indifferently, his gaze still fixated on her blushing face.
After staying in the air-conditioned room for a while, she finally cooled down.
After a period of silence, Arnold thought Hannah had fallen asleep.
Just as he was about to put her down on the bed, the girl in his arms suddenly opened her eyes.
The sleepiness hadn’t faded, her voice soft and sowhat hoarse, "Then, will you still co to my Idol Competition night?"
Looking at him, she was like a cat dependent on its single owner, exuding an air of adorableness from head to toe, as soft as the first bloom of spring.
Fragile, emanating a soft scent.
He lowered his head; a gentle kiss landed on her hair. His voiced simring, "Yes."
Like a noble king lowering his head to make a promise.
Even if he has to cross ten thousand miles?
I will always be at your side.
*
The day the magazine was launched coincided with the second elimination round announcent.
When the ranks were announced, Hannah remained steady at the top, a sight that was no longer surprising to others.
The only response they could give was applause for the cara.
However, surprisingly, Tiffany Lynch’s ranking dropped from second to tenth, directly dropping out of the debut position.
The current second place is Lucy Taylor.
——No way? How could my Tiffany’s ranking drop so quickly?
——Speechless, this ranking is far worse than the previous one, did the program team suppress the votes?
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