Clean and tempting, just like she herself.
Arnold Simmons stared at the girl in front of him, his gaze lingering on her delicate eyebrows and eyes, remaining silent for a long time.
After a moment of silence, he reluctantly said, "Ordinary."
The smile at the corner of Hannah's mouth froze, suppressing her anger, she shifted her posture and asked again, "Mr. Simmons, won't you come in and sit down?"
Her words were blatantly clear.
Others might say it to achieve some unspeakable goal, but for Hannah, it was just about proving her beauty after being repeatedly rejected by a certain person.
The man's gaze gradually darkened, the beast he had been struggling to suppress was clamoring to break free from its cage, ready to swallow the foolish girl in front of him.
What should he say at this point?
Woman, are you playing with fire?
Woman, you've successfully caught my attention?
...Where did he learn these lines?
But they strangely fit the occasion.
