Sweat beaded on her forehead. Charlotte Miller reached out to gently wipe it away, leaning close to his ear, she whispered softly, "Actually, I was just joking this morning. Mr. Hallow, you're so full of energy, even an eighteen-year-old boy can't compare to you." After saying that, she lightly bit Amir Hallow's ear, and as her smile appeared, her warm and gentle breath fell on Amir Hallow's neck, slightly tickling and making him feel a bit soft...
Amir Hallow walked very steadily, step by step down the mountain. This little girl sometimes had a mouth as sweet as honey, though she probably had never tasted an eighteen-year-old boy's flavor and will never get to.
Nearing the bottom of the mountain, the phone in his pocket vibrated a few times, and Amir Hallow said softly, "Help me take it out..."
Charlotte Miller fished Amir Hallow's phone out of his coat pocket and instinctively glanced at the number: "It's Butler Kent calling, do you want to answer it?"
