The young man stiffened for a moment, then broke into a smile, his eyes gleaming, "Is sister worried about me?"
Hannah sent a text message, turned off her phone, and said calmly, "I'm afraid you can't bear it and commit suicide. At least until the plot is over, you have to keep living."
Louis Snyder didn't understand the latter part of Hannah's sentence and decided to simply ignore it. "Sister, I won't commit suicide," he said.
As he said this, his gaze fell upon her delicate porcelain face, his finger gently caressed her skin, as if savoring the warmth and tenderness he had just touched.
Sister, is indeed very beautiful.
She is beautiful enough... to make one unable to resist being moved.
*
Hannah knocked at the door of the villa.
She looked up at the sky, then down at her toes, waiting for a response.
Maybe he's busy.
About three minutes passed before the door was opened from the inside.
