Compared to Hannah's increasingly frivolous gaze, Arnold Simmons was simply a virtuous and innocent young lady who was targeted by her flirting.
The man spoke, his voice indifferent, but it seemed as if a bit of the bathroom's water vapor had been added, giving it a layer of hoarse charm, "When will you come back?"
Hannah laid crookedly on the bed, turned over, pulling her collar open slightly to reveal fair and delicate skin underneath, "Probably still a while, at least another half a month.
Arnold averted his gaze, his brow furrowing lightly.
He probably didn't expect this recording trip to take so long.
Hannah held her phone, peered down, and didn't miss the man's reddening earlobes. Although it was just a light red, it was a contrasting hue to his handsome face, adding a hint of mysterious allure.
Enticingly moreish.
"Arnold, do you miss me?"
Her eyes curled up, even her voice was as sweet as sugar wrapped in honey.
It was a while before she heard the man's low response.
