Just one sentence easily ignited the man's anger, he pinned her down, leaned over her face, meeting her intentionally pouted lips, but quickly regained his calm.
Hannah squinted her eyes closed, waiting for a while, but nothing expected happened from George.
Instead, she received a flick on her forehead.
He didn't dare to use a lot of force, however, the startled Hannah still instinctively cradled her own forehead and winced in pain.
She then flumped back down on the sofa, her hair was messy from all the squirming, sweat pouring down from her forehead, and she looked at George with teary eyes and asked, "Arnold, do you not like me anymore?"
Arnold was methodically buttoning up his collar that had been pulled open, his face no longer showing the passion from earlier, he had regained his sanity completely, but his eyes still held lingering affection.
