Arnold Simmons reached out to remove Hannah's hand from her forehead, tenderly massaging the area that wasn't even in pain, and asked seriously, "Do I really resemble the male protagonists in those novels you read?"
After carefully pondering, Hannah leaned forward willingly, pressing her face into the warm palm of his hand, her voice gentle and drawn out, "Not really, in someone else's book you would at most be a villain, only in my book are you the male lead."
Opening her eyes to look at him, her brows and eyes carried a hint of playful arrogance, as if urging Arnold Simmons to thank her.
To thank her for making him the male lead.
A smile danced in Arnold's eyes as he lifted his hand to pinch the slightly puffed cheeks of the girl in his arms, "So it seems that if this male lead were to leave this female lead, he would turn into a villain?"
Hannah nodded, lifting her head with full-blown coyness, "Of course."
What she said was indeed the truth.
