Chapter 591: Chapter 591: Knows Nothing
Her voice was delicate and girlish, "My leg hurts. I bumped it a moment ago. I wasn’t lying to you. It really hurts."
She spoke earnestly, looking at the man in front of her with earnest eyes.
Arnold Simmons rolled up the hem of her trousers to reveal a patch of fair and gleaming skin underneath. Her skin was delicate and smooth, even though there was already a shade of purple where she hurt herself. It looked a little terrifying.
Hannah shook her leg a little, "See, I told you it’s true."
Arnold gazed at her without saying a word, his eyes somewhat cold, lifting his hand.
Hannah huddled her neck and closed her eyes, like a quail readying itself.
The next moment, a warm and wide palm covered her head, gently rubbing it. Arnold’s voice revealed a hint of helplessness but also concern, "You’re so delicate."
Although he spoke lightly, he stood up and returned with a first aid kit.
As he prepared to apply the ointment, before his hand even touched her, Hannah began to wince, closing her eyes in pain. "Maybe we can skip the ointment. It will get better by itself after a few days."
Arnold forcefully embraced her into his arms and restrained the squirming girl. "Without ointments, it will leave a scar." he insisted.
He lied with a straight face.
He didn’t manage to deceive her, but Hannah couldn’t help bursting out laughing. She looked up at Arnold’s pitch-black eyes, "Then you have to be gentler." Her voice was soft and provocative.
After saying these words, she buried her face deep into his chest, deliberately not showing her smirk and shyness, just like a little fox who successfully played a prank.
That simple sentence somehow took on an ambiguous and unspeakable undertone.
Arnold chuckled lightly, peered at her blushing earlobe, resembling a ripe fruit oozing sweet nectar. He leaned over, radiating heat.
It scorched her skin.
The tickling sensation couldn’t compare to the intense heat that seemed to engulf her entire body.
Hannah writhed in discomfort as Arnold dominated her, both in body and spirit. Before she could react, he had already applied the ointment on her wound.
The wound turned hot and stuffy, causing discomfort.
She yowled like a little kitten in discomfort and placed her hand on Arnold’s chest.
The sound immediately made Arnold tensed up, his rationale once again colliding with his desires.
The kisses trailed down from her earlobe to her jaw, savouring her like a piece of sweet candy. Each kiss was overwhelmingly sweet, although he deliberately avoided touching her tempting red lips.
A dazed Hannah leaned in involuntarily, but was dodged by Arnold, confusion flickering in her eyes.
Arnold gently cradled Hannah’s face, his voice laced with seduction, "You’ll ruin your makeup."
He slowly caressed the soft skin of her cheek. His eyes, dark as the night, hid a crimson beast within.
Hannah furrowed her brows, gripping tightly on the shirt buttons as she mumbled unclearly, "It won’t..."
He leaned down, coming face-to-face with her, teasing, "What won’t?"
As Hannah loosened the grip on his shirt, her breathing became heavier. She leaned into Arnold fiercely, her arms snaked around his neck. Her voice laden with traces of a sob and injustice, she called out, "Arnold..."
Her soft calling was met with his helpless sigh.
He tasted the juicy fruit he had been yearning for, its sweetness nearly drove him insane with just a touch.
It was like a climber reaching the summit, only to be shoved down at the critical moment.
"Arnold, you..." The soft words whispered in his ear were filled with laughter.
Arnold locked eyes with his mischievous girl.
