Chapitre 647: Chapter 647: Not Even a Bouquet of Flowers

Hannah put down the rose in her hand, happily took the ice cream from Arnold's hand, and moved aside to make room for him.

Arnold glanced down only to see the bouquet of roses. He casually asked, "Where did you get these roses?"

Without thinking, Hannah responded, "Someone just gave them to me."

The rich taste of milk in her mouth made Hannah squint with satisfaction, but she quietly shifted closer to Arnold, pushing the roses that lay between them aside.

She playfully jabbed his arm and placed her hand in his, "Arnold, are you jealous again?"

Her petite hand was soft and a bit cold, emitting a rich milky scent.

He looked down, his gaze resting on her delicate face. Her petal-like lips shone slightly, carrying a hint of a milky freshness.

Unable to resist, Arnold tightened his grip on her hand, bending to kiss the corner of her mouth.

Sweet.