Arnold Simmons finally answered her previous question, "Yeah, I like orange-flavored ones too."
Hannah blinked, the innocence and purity in her eyes were sweeter and more seductive than fruit candy, and even her voice was soft and fluffy, "Arnold, do you want to try an orange-flavored candy again?"
The window was open, and the air, somewhat hot during the day, blew into the room, causing several fruit candies casually placed on the table to roll a few times, then land on the soft carpet.
It seemed even the air had taken on a sweet orange scent.
She liked to tempt him, ever since their first meeting.
He used to pretend to be indifferent, but now he wished it could be like that every moment.
Listening to the soft words in his ear, Arnold couldn't help but cough lightly, his voice husky, "Yes."
The girl smiled, mysteriously beginning, "Then close your eyes first."
Arnold didn't think twice and obediently did as told.
The slightly pursed lips were a clear sign of a good mood.
