Anne was nervous to be given a princess hug in front of a large crowd.

Not daring to raise her head, her face was buried deep in the man's chest, which made her like an ostrich. Her face was close to his heart, which made her can listen to his powerful heartbeat through the fine tendons.

Well, though this man was sometimes obnoxious, narcissistic, dark-bellied, venomous, lustful ...

But it seemed that he was pretty secure and could solve all things. He was not that unreliable

The corner of Allen' lips lifted slightly, hooking a handsome arc. That Miller threw herself on him was exactly the effect he'd been longing for.

He stared at the petite woman in his arms, and his eyes showed a touch of warmth and pampering, which was in contrast with the usual emperor-like hegemony cold aura and gave him a bit of iron man's tender sense of immediate vision.

"Miller, don't be afraid and I will protect you."

Hugging Anne and turning around, the smile instantly disappeared from his face.

No one had a chance to see his smile except the woman in his arms. What they could see was always the precious hegemony that was superior and couldn't be looked at casually.

The years of training at the mall had given him an unafraid character that was not stern and thunderous, but well-trained and light-hearted.

But this made him more dangerous.

He was a fierce tiger with terrifying potential hidden under his beautiful fur.

The noble coldness emanating from his bones could quickly change the aura and magnetic field around him, and even the trumpet flowers would bloom in his direction.

Except for Kevin, none of the two teams of bodyguards dared to look up at him directly.

Looking at him, Kevin's corner of his mouth involuntarily twitched and he sighed sadly.

Since the night Harris was profaned, his eyelids had been jumping all the time, and now that he saw Harris holding a woman, his eyelids were jumping even more, and his face was wrinkled like a bitter melon.

"Harris.."

Kevin bowed and curtsied, and he was tempted to say, "You are tired. I can help you."

But he didn't dare to speak out because he knew the consequences of speaking these words out. Harris might slap him on the ground directly.

"Hmm." Allen casually responded, hugging the woman to walk inside.

Kevin followed behind Allen, grunted darkly, reached out and slapped himself silently on both sides of his mouth, then jerked his face and resigned himself to the fact that everything would be fine with Miller on his side.

Anne found that there was no one in the hotel at all, so she suddenly relieved and emboldened. She looked up at Allen and said, "Put me down."

"Why? Are you afraid that it will make my waist tired?"

Allen asked as he bowed his head. His gaze locked with hers, his breath falling between her nostrils, and his scent alone making her slightly drunk.

"..."

Oh, my God. Why are you pulling it up?

"Don't be afraid!"

He nodded his head and kissed her lips, then released them, and said unrestrainedly, "You have learnt that my waist is strong that night. What? Forgot? Do you need some help to review it?"

Anne shook her head and dared not to speak again, holding her breath against his predatory breath.

Allen carried Anne up to the second floor and set her down in a position against a window.

An alabaster begonia bloomed near the window, and the swaying branches reached just behind Anne's hair, as if to give her a wreath, making her pure and beautiful.

"What do you want to eat? You're from S City, so I chose this local dish specifically."

Allen smiled faintly and pushed the electronic menu to Anne politely.

It was the first time in ten years that he had dined with a woman other than his sister, and it made him feel good.

Anne flashed her clear, beautiful eyes and returned him a smile, "Professor, oh no, Mr. Harris, you are so considerate. Any food is OK."

Although she was a native of S City, she didn't like the local dishes and paid less attention to the food. However, she was unwilling to disappoint him.

"Don't call me Mr. Harris!"

Seeing that she didn't order, Allen took the electronic menu back.

"What should I call you? Professor or president?" asked Anne seriously.

"Call me Allen, or Harris. You can try. "

Allen looked at Anne with a searing gaze that seemed to swallow her up, his magnetic voice spilling out from his thin lips with an aura that could not be denied.

Anne lowered her eyes and avoided his gaze, brewing her emotions for half a day before barely squeezing three words out of her throat, "Harris, Allen."

She was a little shy. They were about to become strangers so she didn't use to call him so intimately.

"Well. Don't change it or you will be punished."

Allen responded with satisfaction, and the large palm descended on the top of her head, touching her tenderly with a kneading motion.

Anne instantly felt a numbness in her scalp and a crisp, killing sensation all over her body.

Why was it so uncomfortable when he touched her head? Was this the legendary headbutting stunt?

Anne lifted her pale little hand and gently grasped his large palm, "Can you take it off?"

The blood of Allen' blood swished. He tightened his throat unconsciously as he was touched by her smooth, soft hands.

Her killing power was so strong that just a light grip was enough to make him go crazy. If he didn't let go, he would be the one who forgot himself.

"Yes."

Allen smiled and let go of her head. His slender fingertips traced a few times on the tablet, and tapped OK to send out the menu.

Anne touched the spot where he had rubbed it, remembering the feeling she had just had. For some reason, her heart suddenly sweetened into honey and she had the urge to become a stuffed animal and burrow into his arms.

Looking at him, Miller's gaze was caught again, and Allen's handsome eyes looked deep into hers with a deadly suction.

Anne mentally passed through a current, gulped, and scrambled out of sight, taking a look around her surroundings.

The hotel was tastefully decorated, but a black-clad bodyguard standing three or five steps away made her feel oppressed. They looked like gangsters.

"Allen, I have to go back to school and handle other things. I think..."

"You want to go back to school and take classes and go to a game company and draw illustrations."

Allen followed her words.

He folded his arms elegantly on his chest, his eyes gently looked at her crystal-clear face reflected by the alabaster begonia, which was already the opposite of the haggard face of the morning.

It was a good saying that Men are the soil of women.

He was the quality soil that was made especially for Miller. He was sure he just loved this woman and wanted to spoil her!" Yes, there was a delay in the morning but there are two more classes in the afternoon. I don't want to miss the class, so is that okay?"

Anne did her best to soften her voice and tried to avoid messing with him in order to get out early.

"I'll call your principal and you'll have lessons at home in the future." Allen said indisputably.

"At home?"

Anne turned her face, brainstormed her mother's fierce look and then shook her head, "I don't want to go home. I'm staying in the rented room."

"What are you thinking?"

Allen's eyes sank, his long arms leaned back on the sofa, and he said, "You are my woman, and from now on, my home will be your only home! I won't allow you to have a heart of your own. You shouldn't touch all male animals or male flowers except me!"