Noticing his abnormality, his face didn't change. He audibly tightened his grip on the blanket, and his voice was hoarser than usual, "What are you doing here?"
Hannah ignored his question as if she didn't notice his reaction, "You didn't close the door, so I thought you were awake and decided to check on you. Also, I'm hungry."
Arnold Simmons chuckled, tiredly rubbed his forehead, "You go out first, let me change. Then I will take you to breakfast."
Hannah nodded, got up and walked towards the door. At the doorway, she suddenly turned back. She leaned against the door frame, poking her fluffy head out with a raised eyebrow and hinting, "Mr. Simmons, holding it in is bad for your health."
Arnold became silent, his expression gradually turning cold. His voice sounded somewhat gritted as if he wished to consume the person before him, "Whether it's bad for my health or not; you will find out soon."
