Under the sunset, in the tranquil campus, Arlo Seys smiled faintly, intoxicated Ariel Morris's heart. His profile was perfect like a painting, as if crafted by God's own hands, pleasing to the eye, and Ariel watched with a hint of infatuation in her eyes.
"God Seys, you're so good-looking, I'm starting to get jealous."
Arlo Seys kept walking, his expression calm, holding her hand as they continued, "There's no hope for you in this life, but it doesn't matter, as long as our daughter inherits my good genes, it's perfect. After all, you gave birth to her, and you get the credit for that."
"...." Ariel Morris felt unbalanced, "God Seys, your future little lover might not be as pretty as me!"
The daughter isn't even here yet, and she's already occupying an important place in God Seys's heart, unacceptable!!!
