Louis Snyder recalled, when he was with Hannah in the past, she never wore clothes like she was wearing now. More often, she liked to wear long sleeves and trousers, tightly wrapping herself up.
He hated her conservativeness and introversion, yet he was satisfied with her performance.
But, now, he was becoming fond of her in this very attire.
She was coy and seductive, sometimes her lazy gaze swept over him, carrying a cat-like pride.
Seeing silent Hannah, Louis assumed she was protecting her boyfriend, but his tone was gentle and harmless, "It's late, didn't your boyfriend accompany you home? Walking alone at night can be dangerous for a girl. If it were me, I would never let you walk home alone."
His words rang innocent and sincere.
Though cloaked in a white lotus costume, inside it was a young green tea infatuation.
