No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1600: Don’t Peep

She was very close, and when she spoke, a warm breath brushed past his ear.

Arnold’s earlobes quickly turned a shade of light red, which gradually spread to his neck.

Hannah’s kisses followed.

One after another, light and soft.

Like willow branches in summer dangling and gently sweeping over the surface of the water, ticklish, warm and cozy, sending ripples straight to the heart.

The surging heat, unable to be stilled.

"Hannah." This time, it was Arnold who asked for mercy first.

His voice was filled with a burning huskiness, as if about to ignite.

That warmth transferred to Hannah’s palm; she was like a kitten sneaking a laugh, covering her mouth, lifting her hand to lightly pinch Arnold’s face, and then telling him, "Arnold, be good, don’t move around."

Arnold responded deeply, his hand wrapped around Hannah’s waist clenched into a fist.

"Close your eyes, no peeking."

She lowered her body, her soft white cheek pressed against Arnold’s neck, her voice still tinged with laughter.

"Okay." It was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Sweat slid down from his forehead, wetting his eyelashes, very itchy, but not as itchy as his heart.

"Arnold." She called his name, over and over.

At first, Arnold could respond, but eventually, all that was left were vague acknowledgments. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The night breeze brought a chill, blowing for a long while, yet unable to take away the heat from this little corner of the world.

Hannah reached out and hugged Arnold’s waist tightly, like a sloth, her entire being lazy with drowsiness, "Arnold, I didn’t do anything naughty."

She was too well-behaved; even her breathing was steady.

"Yeah, you didn’t do anything naughty." His breathing was erratic, in disarray, as if struggling to suppress something, "Can I open my eyes now?"

His eyes were still closed, somewhat like the handsome scholar from storybook illustrations, who had been captured and taken up the mountain.

And Hannah was that bandit leader.

It perfectly matched what she had just said about wanting to marry him.

"Then open your eyes," Hannah said.

Arnold steadied his breath and, after a moment, opened his eyes again.

But before he could make out the scene in front of him, Hannah’s hand blocked his view once more, followed by the softness covering his lips.

Arnold was stunned for a second, then quickly wrapped his arms around her, turning the tables.

Yet, being outside, he restrained himself.

Not until Hannah was slightly out of breath did Arnold let her go again.

She was getting sleepy, and simply leaned on Arnold’s shoulder to rest.

Arnold slightly adjusted his position to make it more comfortable for her, the free hand still gently patting her back.

Like lulling someone to sleep, each movement was soothing.

"Arnold." Hannah, with her eyes closed, her voice muffled and languid as though she was already asleep, speaking in a dream.

Arnold responded softly, "What is it?"

After speaking, Hannah did not reply.

She had fallen asleep.

Arnold curved the corners of his lips, smiling helplessly.

He wanted to stand up, but as soon as he moved a little, Hannah again clung tightly to his waist, her head lightly rubbing against him, finding a comfortable spot all her own.

Nobody was allowed to move.

Arnold could only soften his voice again, coaxing her, "How about we go back to sleep?"

Hannah didn’t respond, burying her head even deeper.

After a while, a muffled voice came, "Then you go back."

Arnold rubbed her fluffy head, laughing and saying, "You’re hugging me, how can I go back?"

Hannah thought for a moment, her muffled voice coming through, "You stand up."

She didn’t want to move.

Arnold said, "I can’t stand up."

The person in his arms was like a fluffy animal that had fallen into the water and felt threatened, clutching onto everything it could reach without a care.