Arnold Simmons bowed his head close, his nose lightly brushing against her hot cheek, his voice low and smiling faintly, "Open your eyes and take a look."
"Look at what?" She felt a rebellious urge to disagree with him.
After a good while, it was she who couldn't resist anymore and quietly opened her eyes a sliver.
In her field of vision, the first thing she saw was the man's eyes, filled with tenderness, devoid of the cold indifference of the daytime, and under the night sky, they even held a hint of enticement, inviting one to delve deeper.
Hannah stared blankly, hearing the man's low chuckle before coming back to her senses.
Arnold explained, "Not looking at me."
"I wasn't looking at you." She snorted and looked away.
Only afterward did she realize her tone was petulant and wanted to explain herself, but her gaze fell upon the vast expanse of fiery red roses.
Under the moonlight, they resembled rolling clouds of fire, stretching beyond sight.
