Louis Snyder recalled, when he was with Hannah in the past, she never wore clothes like she was wearing now. More often, she liked to wear long sleeves and trousers, tightly wrapping herself up.
He hated her conservativeness and introversion, yet he was satisfied with her performance.
But, now, he was becoming fond of her in this very attire.
She was coy and seductive, sotis her lazy gaze swept over him, carrying a cat-like pride.
Seeing silent Hannah, Louis assud she was protecting her boyfriend, but his tone was gentle and harmless, "It’s late, didn’t your boyfriend accompany you ho? Walking alone at night can be dangerous for a girl. If it were , I would never let you walk ho alone."
His words rang innocent and sincere.
Though cloaked in a white lotus costu, inside it was a young green tea infatuation.
Hannah stepped forward, looking down at the boy squatting at her feet, their eyes t, she only slightly smiled, "Brother, you seem quite interested in my boyfriend, don’t you?"
Her light and floaty words wiped away Louis’s pretense of obedience, with a sowhat wronged look on his face, "Sister, you know I didn’t an that."
Hannah reached out and gently lifted the boy’s chin, forcing his vulnerable neck to be exposed, "Yeah, I didn’t expect to encounter a little wolf cub at the entrance."
The brush against his skin brought the faint chill of the night, but what Louis felt was a spark of warmth like a winter candle, which made one reluctant to let go.
He couldn’t help but rub Hannah’s hand gently, who, however, withdrew her hand first.
Louis didn’t get angry, the smile in his eyes seed to deepen, he quietly gazed at the delicate face in front of him, his voice softened, "Sister, are you talking about ?"
Hannah looked around, "Otherwise, do you think there are other people here?"
Louis chuckled, "Sister, would you break up with that man?"
This ti, he didn’t even want to say the na, with a touch of caution, afraid that ntioning that three-letter na would again set his chest on fire.
As his words fell, it was ti for the sound-activated light in the corridor to extinguish. The last twinkle of light faded into Hannah’s eyes, like a shooting star, flashing past.
In the darkness, he slled the faint fragrance of the girl, and heard her light voice, "No, little brother."
She didn’t call him Louis, only ’brother’.
Louis knew, Hannah was doing it on purpose, she clearly understood what he ant.
The discomfort on his legs gradually dissipated. In the dark, the young boy deliberately revealed his claws and fangs, and his face was no longer disguised as innocent. His dark eyes stared at the delicate silhouette in front of him.
He took steps, slowly walking towards Hannah, his steps were light.
The sound-activated light in the corridor didn’t light up again.
Hannah just watched Louis approach step by step, her expression didn’t change.
Perhaps, it was Hannah’s calmness that finally shattered Louis’s last trace of rationality, and he couldn’t help but grab her wrist and press her against the cold wall.
The light seed to have broken, remaining silent.
Hannah looked up for a mont, then withdrew her gaze, her tone light, "No more pretense?"
The boy moved a step closer, greedily savoring the comforting scent yet maintaining a slight distance.
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