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."

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

to talk about, so the only ones making sounds during our

question popped up in my mind, and I asked, "Hendrix, what should we name the child?" My due

for a while. Then he squinted at me

that I would be innocent and gentle when I grew up, so she chose that name from

Hendrix. "Ariel, the lion of God. Are you hoping that she'll turn out to be brave and courageous in

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

the trees scattered on the ground. He

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

my waist and smiled, "I can't help

at him and

on the way back. Therefore, I simply squatted down by the road and threw a pebble at him. "Hendrix, I can't walk any farther! You go back by yourself." He looked down at me, and he seemed like he didn't know what

umbrella as a cushion, I sat on the ground and looked up at him. "I can't even

beside me and,

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