With tears welling in her eyes, she uttered those three words. Her smile grew even more beautiful, locked in a gaze with the man's deep black eyes, gently biting her lip.
Before long, her already rosy lips became even more charming.
"What do you like about me?" The man lowered his head, his warm breath spilling over the girl's neck.
Feeling a bit ticklish, Hannah instinctively wanted to retreat. But Arnold held her waist tightly, leaving her no choice but to lean back against his chest, looking at him playfully, "Of course, I like that you, Mr. Simmons, are rich."
She was blunt and laughed covering her mouth, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Arnold's hand glided over the girl's narrow waist, then he hooked his finger around, "And what else?"
Hannah tilted her head, thought for a while, and her eyes brightened, "Also, Mr. Simmons, you are handsome."
