Sara's face was blank. "What? Why is she a little goblin?"
However, before she could react, she had been held firmly on Hank's legs. Her hands were forced to wrap around the man's neck. Hank looked down at her and raised his hand to pinch her chin. "If you do it again, I will definitely beat you in the ass."
Sara said, "... Can't you change the way?"
"No." The old man looked at her red and soft lips, and his eyes darkened like a pack of wolves ready to hunt at night. He said in a hoarse voice, "I'll punish you a little first today."
Sara's eyes widened. The next second, she saw the man's face approaching infinitely and his lips warming up.
Aunt Dovlin came out of the kitchen and just wanted to say that the food was hot enough to eat. She suddenly saw the two people holding each other on the sofa and her face suddenly turned red.
The girl's thin body was sitting on the man's leg, and the man held her chin and kissed her. She looked extremely fragile, as if she would break if she was gently twisted. The picture was exquisite and beautiful like an idol drama.
Aunt Dovlin quietly returned to the kitchen. Aunt Lyons put the soup into the bowl and asked her, "Why are you back?"
Aunt Dovlin coughed and threw a look to Aunt Lyons, saying in a low voice, "I don't understand... Phew phew. I'm only eighteen years old. You always bully others at such a young age."
Aunt Lyons understood in an instant and couldn't help laughing. "This is a good thing. Who did you think Master Hank paid so much attention to in the past? He is the first one."
Aunt Dovlin sighed and said, "I do favor her, but I may not have any love for her. The Bishop family's status is high. If she really wants to be with me all the time... I think it's difficult."
Aunt Lyons was very optimistic and said, "The left is just a thought from me. If I don't want to be with her, even if she is the president's daughter, there is no hope for her."
Aunt Dovlin thought about it for a while, but she thought too much.
When sleeping at night, Sara was not very willing to talk to Hank, because her lips were swollen and it hurt when she had dinner tonight. Aunt Lyons and Aunt Dovlin were still looking at her with meaningful eyes, which made her so ashamed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide herself.
When the man came out of the bathroom, he was covered in water vapor. He dried his hair, looked at someone curled up on the bed, and said with a tut-tut, "Sara is really bold now, and she even has a bad temper with uncle."
Sara was stunned.
Yes, she didn't know when she was so afraid of Hank. More than once, she felt that this man who was called uncle by her was not the same as the ruthless and ruthless Master Hank in the rumor. Unconsciously, all the little temper and coquetry that she had restrained when she was ten years old came out. She dared to talk back to Hank, and she also dared to be coquettish to him, and now she dared to lose her temper with him.
Sara's back was stiff-wasn't she too self-depreciating?
Just as she was about to get up and apologize to Hank, she heard a smiling man's voice. "However, uncle still likes Sara."
Sara's ears immediately turned red. She grabbed the quilt with both hands and stammered, "Why, why?"
Hank sat on the bed, raised his hand, pinched her cheek, and said slowly, "This is the real you."
He bent down to look at Sara and said slowly, "You don't have to hide your innate nature. No matter what you look like, I like you."
Sara turned over and looked at Hank. "... Really?"
"Are you lying to me that you have sugar to eat?" Hank lowered his eyes and planted a kiss on her eyelashes. "Sleep, darling."
Sara's whole body was stiff. "What, what are you calling me?"
"Eh?" Hank didn't seem to have realized what was going on and said, "When I was young, my mother called me that way. You don't like it?"
Sara's heart was soft. No one had ever called her with such intimate words. She was a little embarrassed, but a little happy at the same time. She whispered, "...I like it."
She was as sweet and soft as a small candy. The old man only wanted to eat dry and clean. He tore off the milk candy, revealed its soft body, and ate it one mouthful at a time.
However, this dessert was still too small.
Hank did not think that he was a beast. He patted Sara's cheek and said, "Sleep."
Sara nodded.
That night, she had a sweet dream.
She dreamed that Hank built a candy house for her, and even the air was sweet. Hank held her hand, called her darling, and fed her a milk candy, which was the sweetest sugar she had ever eaten.
As a result, when she woke up, there seemed to be a sweet taste in her mouth.
"Swoosh swoosh!" Freya grabbed Sara's hand. "Are you going to take today's PE class or not?"
Since the last incident of self- improvement incident, they had changed to another sports teacher. They treated Sara like she was a porcelain doll. They didn't even dare to let her stand because they were afraid that she would suddenly faint. When everyone was gossiping, she would sit by the side and read a book, which was also a part of Roland's scenery.
"Of course." Sara was a little confused as to why Freya would ask this question. "What's wrong?"
Freya chuckled and said, "We're going to have a three-legged race today. Are you going to participate?"
The three-legged running was to tie the two people's feet together for the competition. It was a test of cooperation. If there was not a tacit understanding at all, it would be a little slower to walk, and it would be embarrassing to roll over.
Sara did not play with this. "A little bit I want to play."
Freya said, "Teacher wants one boy and one girl together in order to increase the difficulty. Who are you looking for?"
Sara subconsciously looked at Alex. Freya quickly turned her head over and said, "Don't look at Alex! You're two heights! You're not 1.6 meters tall, but Alex is 1.89 meters tall! If you're together... Do you want to be dragged to the end by Alex?"
Sara: "..."
In other words, this woman was still insulting her height.
Freya finally told them what she really wanted to do. "Johnny and you, of course. He's only about 70 or 80 percent of the total. You guys can deal with him."
Sara said, "But I'm not familiar with him!"
"How can you not be familiar with each other after you've all eaten a buffet!" Freya made the final decision. "That's it!"
Sara: "..."
Scarlet placed a bottle of milk on Freya's table and glanced at her. "What are you doing again?"
Freya tore apart the straw and put the milk in his mouth. Sighing, he said, "Johnny still didn't give up on Sara and asked me for help."
Scarlet frowned. "But Sara is obviously..."
"I know." Freya said. "However, at the very least, I have to make Johnny understand that Sara is not interested in him at all, right?"
"What do you mean?"