Chapitre 174: 174 Fishing Series Puppies, Gathering at the Hale Family

In an instant, the air seemed thin, and Hannah Johnson felt her throat tighten and dry.

The light brown puppy in front of her looked at her, with a slight hook at the tail of its eyes when it smiled, the light in its eyes intense and fiery, almost scorching her in the moment they locked eyes.

Hannah Johnson felt an inexplicable palpitation.

Her chest itched slightly.

Honestly, she was a bit smitten.

She silently gritted her teeth:

Over the years, so many had confessed their feelings for you, what's so good about him? He's just more handsome, Hannah, you must not be bewitched by a pretty face, restrain yourself, stay cool!

Her hand was still held by his, as the little puppy stood in front of her and asked softly:

"May I…"

"hug you?"

Normally, no one dared to be so bold with her, usual confessions, once rejected, wouldn't dare to persist. But he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her before she could speak a word of rejection.

Kyle Lowe was stunned: