He seemed even more aggrieved, yet his face showed no changes.

Hannah regretted, as she had too often teased Arnold Simmons with such words in the past, that now, even in a serious situation, she subconsciously blurted out a "playboy phrase."

"I didn’t mean that," she said, distressed and feeling wronged herself, not knowing what to say, "Wayne and I are just..."

Just pure friends?

That wouldn’t work.

No relationship at all?

That wouldn’t work either.

Ah, she couldn’t think of anything.

It felt like nothing was right.

She felt wronged too.

Arnold finally spoke, his voice low, "What did you just call him?"

Hannah raised her head to meet his gaze and said in a very light voice, "Green Jade?"

"Not that," Arnold shook his head, "the first sentence."

Hannah thought for a moment, bit her lip, and said even more softly, "Little... monk?"

Correct.

That was the phrase.

Arnold fell silent.

Hannah used to be mischievous and still is, enjoying teasing others.

But this was the first time she had to ’pay’ for her mischief.

She explained from the beginning, "When I originally rescued Wayne, it was in a temple, and he said he was about to become a monk. He still always carries scriptures with him, so I called him Little Monk."

Arnold nodded, still silent.

Hannah tilted her head to look at him, blinked, and said, "Otherwise, I won’t call him that anymore?"

She found it very difficult.

Other people often have boyfriends and girlfriends explaining things, but why was it reversed for her?

If the golden lotus could be released, it would definitely tell its master.

That’s because her romantic luck was too strong, and there were too many men coveting her by her side. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Actually, Arnold wasn’t really angry at Hannah.

Being a man himself, he could see that Green Jade liked Hannah, even relied on her with his gaze.

He didn’t blame Hannah; he blamed himself for coming too late.

Hannah still thought about solutions, "Otherwise, you could also call him Little Monk, since all the guys do."

"Everyone calls him that?" Arnold suddenly spoke.

Hannah nodded, "Of course, they just call him that behind his back."

If everyone called him that, it meant it wasn’t a special nickname.

Arnold’s unease lessened a bit.

He had just overheard those people’s conversation and thought of a question, "Have you saved a lot of people?"

"Not many," Hannah thought seriously, then added softly, "Actually... quite a few."

She had been on the battlefield, where she killed people but also saved them.

Some said she was a demon, while others said she was an angel.

Because she would smile, her smile was very beautiful, always appearing suddenly when others were in desperation.

Sheffield Benedict knew this, and so did Wayne Lane.

She had saved them many times, but they always chose to abandon her.

But she didn’t care; she saved people without asking for anything in return, just for the joy of it.

Arnold took Hannah’s hand in his, asking seriously, "Then, do you like them?"

This time, Hannah didn’t think.

She said, "No."

Arnold quietly breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her into his arms.

He buried his head in the hollow of her neck, his breath tickling her.

Hannah couldn’t help but move, then he held her even tighter.

She finally stayed still, not moving anymore, stretching her own arms to wrap around his waist.

"Arnold, I’ve only ever liked you."

She said very seriously.

Arnold responded softly, "I know."

His ears turned red again.

Because Hannah’s hand was moving mischievously.

No matter how much time passed, her Arnold was always so easily embarrassed.