After a while, Hannah finally looked up again.
Her eyes were drowsy, her cheeks slightly puffed up with a hint of grievance, "Arnold, why can't you even stand up? Is it because I'm too heavy, or are you just not up to it?"
She was pressing down on his legs, which is why he couldn't stand up.
But this question.
Arnold met her innocent eyes and silently murmured, "My problem."
Hearing this, Hannah couldn't help but laugh.
She had just wanted to tease Arnold, but she hadn't expected him to be so... obedient?
"Arnold, you're so well-behaved," she couldn't help but cuddle his face and give him a peck.
It was quite a loud sound, like that of a child.
Arnold's lips curved slightly, helping Hannah to stand, "I'm not well-behaved."
He said softly.
Hannah turned around, jumping back into his arms, looking up at him, "What did you say?"
Arnold tapped her forehead lightly with his finger, "Saying you're the well-behaved one."
Her eyes curved like the stars had fallen from the sky.
