She said, "Arnold, see, you do care about your appearance."
Arnold lowered his eyes, his expression as calm as an ancient well. But if one looked closely, they would see a hint of soft moonlight, like tender feelings shimring beneath the surface.
He lifted his head to look at the full moon above the sea horizon, murmuring his agreent.
His voice was filled with laughter and indulgence for the woman in his arms.
He rembered their initial encounter, or perhaps it was not just the first ti, but every ti they t. She could always stir his feelings so blatantly, yet with such an expressionless face.
Interestingly, her behavior, coming from her, did not seem vulgar in the least, but was filled with an irresistible allure in every action.
He was utterly helpless.
The girl puffed her cheeks, pinched the man’s face, pretended to sigh helplessly, and said, "Ah, n. Always saying one thing, but aning another."
The starlight of the night illuminated half of Hannah’s face. Her features were already quite delicate and beautiful, but now under the starlight, they acquired an ethereal beauty. Her petal-like lips contrasted sharply, a soft and tender red.
Looking up at people, as if silently inviting.
Under the cover of night, Arnold bent down to lightly kiss those red lips.
Ultimately, they were out in public, so he didn’t dare to let go completely.
They sat on the beach like any ordinary couple, looking at the twinkling stars in the night sky.
The moonlight was sowhat hazy, making the sky extraordinarily dark.
Hannah looked up very seriously.
She seed to be able to clearly identify the na and position of each star.
After a while, she pointed to a sowhat dim star in the sky, and said proudly, "Fairy-like is supposed to live on the stars."
Her words were filled with a playful tone.
Arnold lowered his gaze to look at her, his gaze deep, his lips curling into a smile, "So when are you planning to return to the heavens?"
Hannah blinked, her eyes suddenly downcast. She spoke mournfully, "There’s no ho for up there anymore."
After that, she sighed.
The sadness seed real.
Arnold held her in his embrace, gently running his hand through her soft hair, comforting her, "Well, if you really have nowhere to live, I can reluctantly take you in."
Hannah buried her head in the man’s chest, grabbed the hem of his shirt tightly, her voice muffled but sounded light-hearted, "Are you serious?"
Arnold nodded, agreeing.
Hannah didn’t say anything after that, just hugged the man tightly.
She seed a bit tired, he heard his loved one yawning, looked down to see tears pooling at the corners of her eyes, her misty eyes looking like a lost lamb.
He reached out to gently wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes, and couldn’t help but lean down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead.
His touch was gentle, his eyes filled with deep affection and focus.
But it was always in places she couldn’t see.
Hannah closed her eyes, her voice soft without any strength, "Arnold, I’m tired."
"Shall we go ho?" Looking down at the pale, soft face of the girl, her eyes tightly closed, and her hands still clinging to his shirt fervently.
It was an image of exhaustion.
He stood up, holding her in his arms, Hannah leaned against his shoulder, and patted his back, "Can you carry ? You haven’t carried before."
Arnold had to set her back down, then turnaround and offer his broad back to her.
Hannah clung to him, hugging his neck, and playfully shouted a single word, "Go──"
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