Hannah turned her face away, attempting to climb out of his embrace, but he held her tightly around the waist again.
She glanced at him, calmed herself down, and her cheeks remained flushed, speaking softly, "I don't have any wishes."
Arnold laughed softly, pinched the girl's soft cheek, and forced her red lips to pout, "Who said the other night that they wanted to ride—"
"Shut up!" Hannah stretched out her hand and covered the man's mouth, then turned her head to look at the front seat.
There were still people in the car.
But the car's partition had already been raised.
Hannah breathed a sigh of relief and then glared at him again, her serious, little-girl act, "All I said was that I will ride on your head and have my way."
"That's exactly what I was talking about." Arnold pulled down her hand, his voice pleasing with a hint of laughter, deliberately saying that to tease her, "What did you think I was going to say?"
"I thought…"
