The moonlight spilled a cold, white brilliance, illuminating the handsome features of the man. It added a hint of enchantment, but also traces of coldness. His voice, however, remained as calm as ever, even carrying a hint of laughter, "Sweetheart, repeat what you just said."
As her eyes met the man's gaze, it felt vast and deep as the ocean behind her, seeped with danger.
Hannah immediately reacted, her face adorned with a flattering smile. Blinking innocently, she feigned ignorance, "I didn't say anything just now."
The man coldly uttered two words, "Liar."
A dejected Hannah wilted, "Alright, alright, I just expressed a desire for you to love me more. There's nothing wrong with that."
Every girl wishes to be loved more, after all.
Having said that, she stared at him, her mouth slightly upturned like a beautiful flower petal, irresistibly charming.
Arnold stroked his fingers delicately, his face unchanged, "Not that line."