Hannah paused for two seconds, then pushed the person in front of her away, "Are you sick?"
Hayes Edwards toppled onto the sofa, clutching his head and crying out, "Ouch".
Hannah didn’t spare him a glance, instead picking up a mirror to examine her own face.
Well, her acne had almost cleared up. Jack Stewart’s dicine really worked.
After complaining for a while without getting any attention from Hannah, who was preoccupied with her mirror, Hayes huffed, "I care so much about you, and this is how you treat ? Earlier, those girls downstairs wanted to give them a second look, but I wouldn’t!"
Hannah touched her small face, which was bare of makeup and as smooth as silk.
She responded lazily, "Then go be with soone else."
"Hannah Winter!" Hayes leapt up from the sofa and ran his hands through his hair haphazardly, "I’m just worried that you’ll get so upset you’ll commit suicide."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, looking as pitiful as a large pet that had been abandoned and was still foolishly waiting in the sa spot.
Hannah finally gave him a look, "You’re seriously not well."
Carrying on with such nonsense every day.
She’s way too beautiful to let the whole world see her, how could she do such a thing?
What a waste of ti.
This ti, Hayes managed to keep his cool. Perhaps because they were in the sa boat, he was unusually mild-mannered, "Hannah Winter, seriously, we’ve known each other for a while now. This ti, we’re even more in the sa boat. I understand how you feel. You’re worse off than . At most, I’ve been eclipsed. You, on the other hand, have had your position completely replaced."
Having one’s achievents stolen and used for soone else’s glory, even if everyone can see it, there’s still no way to clear one’s na.
It must feel even worse than his situation.
So, he was worried that Hannah might...
Hannah, holding the mirror, could never get bored of staring at her own face, "Did you co here just to vent?"
"What do you an by ’vent’?" Hayes beca increasingly agitated, "I’m just worried about you."
Hannah nodded, "Alright, I’ve got it. You can leave now."
Hayes was taken aback, his feelings hurt. He angrily stood up to leave, but ended up sitting right back down after he touched the doorknob.
Hannah could clearly see Hayes’ series of actions from her mirror, "You’re not leaving?"
Hayes lowered his head, "The crowd outside is too large. I can’t include myself."
Hannah nodded, "Then you can stay. But you’re on your own for dinner."
After speaking, she humd a tune and went to look for the acne cream that Jack had left behind.
Maybe one more application and it’s okay?
Indeed, she must not neglect this precious little face of hers.
Frozen on the couch, Hayes sat there watching Hannah flit about, tending to her face, expressing her love for it every minute.
He was at a loss for words, "Hannah Winter, aren’t you really sad? Not even a little?"
Hannah, busy applying ointnt, took a mont to reply, "Yeah, I’m heartbroken."
Hayes’ eyes lit up, ready to recite so lines from the ’100 Essential Sentences for Comforting Girls’ that he had copied from the Internet overnight. But then he heard Hannah continue.
"Heartbroken that you’re wasting such a handso face and that your head must’ve been struck by a door."
Hayes froze for a mont, then hurriedly squatted beside Hannah, "Were you just complinting on how handso my face is?"
Right? Right?
He knew that he was incredibly good-looking, unmatched in charm and style!
Hannah stopped applying the ointnt and looked down at the person beside her.
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