She deliberately brought up what people were saying outside, laughing with exceptional glee.
Arnold Simmons didn't get annoyed, he just took a piece of clothing and draped it over Hannah, then pulled her into his arms to put her shoes on, with infinite patience.
His deep voice tinged with laughter, yet his face remained dead serious, "Hmm, gifted and tireless."
Hannah paused for a moment before understanding; her bare foot kicked at Arnold's arm and then she dodged to the side, laughing, "Mr. Simmons, you're so shameless."
That kick was soft and lacked any deterrent power; it seemed more like she was acting coy rather than being angry.
Especially since the girl's voice at that moment was a bit hoarse and sweet, making whatever she said particularly ear-tickling.
It was itchy like a feather, lightly touching and stirring up heat
The girl's face was like a peach blossom, bright and colorful, lively, and enchanting.
