No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1765: Arnold Simmons Extra (131)

In the once cold and desolate world of his, a streak of red suddenly barged in.

The young girl carried a bright red lantern, held paper cutouts and couplets in her hands, and together with her radiant smile, adorned his entire world.

In that instant, it felt as if the darkness of the past ten-plus years of his life wasn’t so terrifying anymore.

...

Hannah came out of the bathroom, her feet in slippers stepping on the rug at the doorway a few times before darting off to the living room.

Arnold Simmons was tidying up the things they had just bought, organizing even the snacks Hannah liked and neatly placing them to the side, from left to right, large to small.

Hearing the noise, he turned his head just in time to see Hannah leaning against the door, watching him. Her hair was still wet, her small face was veiled in mist, her cheeks faintly flushed, and her lips were moist, with a rosy hue.

Arnold picked up the newly purchased hair dryer and pulled her over to the sofa to sit down, preparing to dry her hair.

The warm air from the dryer whirred gently, as if it carried away the lingering scent of her shower gel.

Her wet hair, under the warm air, became soft and fluffy. When it brushed against his fingers, it tickled lightly, like willow tendrils brushing the surface of water, creating ripples that slowly spread into one’s heart.

Arnold’s breath hitched for a moment.

Hannah tugged at his sleeve, "My scalp itches."

Snapping out of his daze, his large hand gently rubbed her head, as though soothing a kitten, "Does that feel better?"

Hannah nodded.

Arnold turned off the hair dryer and set it aside, just as he was about to stand up, the young girl in front of him lunged into his arms.

He wasn’t prepared and ended up falling onto the sofa, pinned beneath her.

The sofa was soft, but not as soft and warm as the person in his arms.

The young girl nestled in his embrace, tilted her head up to look at him, her bright eyes sparkling. Her voice was soft as she asked, "Arnold, are you cold?"

They had both just taken showers, wearing only pajamas.

Two thin layers of fabric.

Arnold wrapped his arm around her waist, his gaze moving away from her slender, fair neck. His voice was a little hoarse, "I’m not cold."

"But I’m a little chilly." She made a tiny gesture with her hand, wriggling slightly upward.

Just like an unruly kitten who couldn’t stay still.

Arnold pressed his lips into a thin line, held her still, and grabbed a blanket from nearby, wrapping her entire body in it.

Like a silkworm cocoon.

Then he chuckled as he asked, "Still cold?"

Hannah froze for a second, feeling aggrieved, "Not cold! I’m going to bed!"

She struggled a few times but didn’t manage to free herself.

Arnold looked at her puffed-up face and couldn’t help but laugh. He held her even tighter, "Are you mad?"

Hannah refused to look at him, turning her face away, "No!"

"You’re clearly lying," Arnold teased, poking her puffed-up cheek with a playful tone, "You look just like a hamster."

Hannah became even angrier, turning her head to open her mouth as if to bite him.

Arnold pulled his hand back with a laugh, ruffling her hair as he did so. His deep black eyes glimmered with amusement and affection, brimming with a tender light, "Are you really going to bite me?"

Hannah pursed her lips without answering, her eyes fixed on him.

Arnold extended his hand in front of her, "Here, bite me."

Hannah avoided his gaze, lowering her head, "No."

She shifted her body a little and turned further away, clutching the blanket around her, leaving only the back of her fluffy head visible.

"I want to watch cartoons."

She ignored him.

Arnold reached out and patted her shoulder.

She paid no attention.

He walked in front of her and waved.

She still ignored him.