Sara opened her eyes wide. She did not understand what kind of game this old man wanted to play. "Why?"
Hank kissed her eyelids and coaxed her, "Be good."
Sara: "... Hank." You big pig's trotter!!
Hank smiled and said, "Call it 'love heat'?"
Sara: "..." How do you want to get close to her?
"I don't want you to blow it for me. I'll do it myself."
Hank didn't let go and said, "If you don't call me, I'll kiss you."
Sara: "..."
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah! What kind of world- shaking rogue is this?"
Sara blushed and said reluctantly in a low voice, "Sink cold... Is it okay?"
Hank's smile became even more obvious.
He had never felt that his name was so pleasant to hear before.
Hank held her in his arms, kissed her forehead, and then took a hairdryer to blow her hair as agreed.