Hannah Johnson had thought he would kiss her, but instead he leaned in, his breath grazing her ear with a clear, gentle voice, which also rubbed a trace of warmth by her ear.
He reached out, tucking her disheveled hair behind her ear,
he said, "Your hair is messy."
Hannah Johnson gritted her teeth,
Why did she feel that he was deliberately teasing her?
As he stepped back, Hannah Johnson shifted her bottom, got down from the shoe cabinet, and with her head spinning, she stumbled and sat down on the sofa, while the small brown dog glanced at the kitchen. "Need me to make you something to sober up?"
"You can?"
"Yeah."
With her head still dizzy, Hannah Johnson didn't bother with him and watched the small brown dog fuss around in the kitchen for a while; Fanta then lay on her legs, staring intently at the strange man in the kitchen.
When he had cooked some Orange Peel Water and brought it out, he found Hannah Johnson had already fallen asleep.
