Her expression was deeply aggrieved, revealing sharp little canines.
Archer withdrew his hand and cleared his throat twice, "It's my fault."
He fought back a smile as he said this.
Because Hannah really did look like a spooked, ferociously adorable kitten.
She snorted and tried to act cool by crossing her arms.
Unfortunately, she was wearing too many layers of clothing and couldn't manage to do it after several attempts, so she just clenched her fists angrily instead.
"Alright, I'm going out to clear the snow now. You stay good inside, no running around."
Hannah didn't look at him, just showed him her round back, "You'll be right at the door, where else could I go?"
That's true.
Archer thought about it, then turned and left the house.
He only opened the door a crack, just enough to slip through before closing it immediately.
Soon, the sound of snow being pushed aside could be heard from outside.
Hannah lowered her head, looking at her shadow.
