The weekend cartoon time was long, one episode after another.
Arnold Simmons couldn't help it, reaching out to pull the young girl into his arms, then lowered his head to give her cheek a few firm kisses.
It was fierce, but his tone was soft, coaxing her, "Not angry anymore, okay?"
The look in his eyes was like a dog that had done something wrong, ears drooping.
Hannah turned her head, pressing her lips to suppress the smile, "I'm not angry."
Arnold buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, whispering, "Hannah, I like you a lot, you know?"
Perhaps love would be a more fitting word.
The faint warm breath on her neck made Hannah's body feel a little tingly.
After a while, she couldn't help but reach out to touch the back of his head, "I know."
Arnold, being soothed, immediately lifted his head, meeting those bright and clear eyes, he couldn't help but hold her a little tighter, "You're still too young."
Hannah's eyes widened slightly, looking puzzled.
