You could be wearing your prettiest makeup, swaying in your sexiest miniskirt in front of him, yet all that man has in his eyes is the game.
Or from another perspective, after a passionate battle, the woman leans against the headboard, a cigarette between her fingertips, while the man cuddles up to her, waiting happily for her evaluation.
Her red lips part slightly, along with clouds of smoke, she utters a nonchalant two-word comment, "Average."
Average...
The word "average" can be quite devastating.
Repeatedly being referred to as "average," she would rather believe that Arnold Simmons is prone to underperformance.
After all, if he's unmoved by such a woman of beauty, both skin and bones, then what else could it be?
She understands, men are…
Unmentionable, unmentionable.
Extracting herself from her memories, Hannah immediately resumes her usual laid-back demeanor.
"Stop looking, open up the live stream," Hannah nudged Jingle who was still admiring her dog paws.