My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Noticing my gaze, he coughed. "From now on, we'll go out to have a walk every day."

I nodded and asked, "What other books did you buy?"

He thought about the answer for a second before he said, "Just some books Josiah had recommended to me." He simply put it in a sentence, then he urged, "The rain stopped. Go upstairs and get a thicker coat."

"You were serious?" I didn't want to walk outside with him.

Hendrix nodded, and his eyes showed his determination. "I'll wait for you here."

He left me no choice but to go with him. I reluctantly trod upstairs to get a coat and headed out with him. The villas in Flora Hill were quite far away from one another.

Its purpose was to reserve enough green space for each villa. As a result, the neighborhood was huge.

Holding Hendrix's arm, I walked with him for a while before I began to feel tired to walk further. I stopped in my tracks and looked over at him. "Can we go home? We've been walking for a while now."

"It's not even ten minutes!" He was stern. "You need to walk for at least an hour."

little wet. The air was warm and humid, and the dim streetlamps cast shadows on the ground. The landscape was quite cozy. But

We had nothing to talk about, so the only ones

stepped as we continued to stroll on. Then, a question popped up in my mind, and I asked, "Hendrix, what should we name the child?" My

lowered his eyes and pondered for a while. Then he squinted at

then because I was adorable when she found me. She hoped that I would be innocent and gentle when I grew up, so she chose that

look at Hendrix. "Ariel, the lion of God. Are you hoping that she'll turn out to be

"You can put it that way." "But it's a feminine name. What if the child is a boy?" I didn't ask about the baby's gender in the past few prenatal checkups. So, we

on the ground. He answered,

of my lips twitched. I chided him, "Hendrix, you value girls

his hand around my waist and smiled, "I can't

my eyes at him and stopped

"Hendrix, I can't walk any farther! You go back by yourself." He

umbrella as a cushion, I sat on the ground and looked up at him. "I can't even walk for one more step," My back was sore. It was

and, hand-tied, offered

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