“Thank you!” Adam accepted all praise for Lumma from tourists, and smiled at them sincerely in return.
As time passed by, the tourists had all but left. All of a sudden, a snowball came to Adam, and then he heard Lumma’s charming voice, “Mr. Hills? What are you doing here?”
Every time Lumma got drunk, she could come up with new tricks. Wearing silver-rimmed glasses, Adam smiled helplessly with gentle and loving eyes, “It’s too cold, let’s go home first, and play tomorrow. What do you think?”
“Okay, let’s go home.” Lumma agreed wearily, throwing away the last handful of snow and staggering off into the snow.
Adam pulled her back in time, “Dummie, go this way!”
The word made Lumma vexed, “You dummy! All of your family members are dummies!”
Adam smiled, “All right, we all are dummies!”
“It’s your family, not ours!” She shook off his hand and trotted forward alone on the slippery road, but she was so drunk that her brain didn’t work, and thus each step she took made people feel like she would fall.
Adam had to stretch his strong arms around her waist, and led her to the parking lot.
Lumma got drunk, instinctively feeling that the person supporting her was either Harry or Ruby. Leaning on Adam, Lumma could hardly walk in person and had to be carried by Adam to the car.
Adam assisted her sit in the shotgun seat, and patiently helped her fasten the seat belt. Just as he was about to back away, Lumma suddenly held his face in her hands.
Adam had palpitations suddenly and held his breath to her next affectionate move, but Lumma just patted his face twice, “Harry, I haven’t seen you for half a month, and you look so good. To be honest, did you have plastic surgery?”
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