No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1807: Daily Life After Marriage (35)

Here, unlike in Blee, under the deep night the moon is intermittently visible, not to mention the sky full of stars.

During dinner, Hannah drank some wine, about half a bottle.

At first, she didn’t feel it, but now her neck is red, and her face too, with a bit of warmth rising.

She is drunk, very obedient and quiet, holding her own little face in a daze, causing no trouble at all.

The car stopped, and just as Arnold Simmons was about to tell her not to move, she got out by herself.

She didn’t run around, just squatted beside the large stretch of roses, like a wild mushroom, her voice soft and muffled, "Mr. Simmons."

She loves calling him that when she’s drunk or has made a mistake.

Because she knows he will soften.

Just like now, those pure eyes are limpid and bright, looking at him with a bit of longing, like a little kitten snuggling against a fluffy carpet, looking up yearningly.

Arnold Simmons walked over, and his hand was gently shaken by her holding it, "You squat down."

"Hm?" He complied, squatted down.

Then she gave a soft and squishy laugh, "Bloom with me."

Arnold Simmons reached out to ruffle her hair and told her, "Mushrooms don’t bloom."

She didn’t get angry, shook her head, and said with utmost seriousness, "They do."

Arnold Simmons looked at her, choosing to abandon reason in her frustrated yet persistent gaze, "Right, mushrooms do bloom."

Sure enough, she became happy, suddenly leaping into his arms, almost knocking him to the ground, her head nestling into his chest, joyful and jubilant, "I just knew I would bloom."

A drunk girl’s logic is nowhere to be found.

Arnold Simmons hugged her, his hand tenderly rubbing the back of her head, softly coaxing, "Yes, when you bloom, you’ll be the most beautiful... mushroom flower in the whole rose garden."

She hugged his waist, rubbing randomly in his arms, her slightly warm cheeks pressing against his neck, and her voice held an irrepressible little joy, "The flowers I bloom are sure to be the most beautiful."

When there’s no wind at night, it’s the most sultry.

The little girl in his arms is like a tiny furnace, Arnold Simmons reached out, his burning palm capturing her randomly moving hand, his voice low and hoarse, "Let’s go back."

She looked up at him, a voice of grievance, "But I want to be outside." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Arnold Simmons’s breath hitched.

She continued, "Outside has stars."

Arnold Simmons paused for a moment, then without looking up at the sky, he directly cradled the little girl in his arms crosswise, "There are no stars outside."

"There are."

"There aren’t."

Hannah fell silent, burying her head in his chest, her breath warm, her voice muffled with grievance, whispering, "There are."

Arnold Simmons closed the door with his foot, leaving the light on, placed the little girl from his arms onto the cabinet by the door, meeting her gaze, her soft eyes as splendid as starlight.

He lowered his head to kiss her, tenderly replying, "Yes, there are."

The moonlight is boundless, the courtyard full of floral fragrance.

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As the end of the year approached, Hannah enthusiastically dragged Arnold Simmons out to purchase things for the New Year’s celebrations.

Spring couplets, paper cuttings for windows, and her favorite fireworks.

As the year-end nears, the fireworks stalls outside have already begun to set up, with blue awnings looking very conspicuous, almost at every intersection.

Hannah didn’t go too far, asking Arnold Simmons to stop the car as soon as she saw them on the road.

In fact, these things could easily be asked for someone else to buy and bring back, but she felt that what others bought and what she personally chose were fundamentally different.

At this time, there weren’t too many people yet, and most of those at the fireworks stalls were older folks choosing their purchases.