What the Hell Is Master Handerson Doing?

Callan saw clearly that Savannah's eyelashes were trembling. "Why do you ask such a question at this time? I don't want to answer your boring question!" Savannah said insincerely and glared at Callan, but her expression was soft. Although she was glaring at him, her eyes were full of love and distress. Vannah didn't know how to lie. Although Callan didn't get the answer he wanted, he was satisfied. Men were different from women, and they often believed in their own feelings. Callan firmly believed that Savannah's performance showed that she absolutely had him in her heart. "Vannah..." Callan breathed a sigh of relief and held Savannah in his arms. Savannah, concerned about his injuries, didn't push him away. She could only change the topic. "What are we going to do now? Don't drive me away. I won't go... You're injured, so I won't leave you alone." If anything happened to him after she left, that would be bad. "Vannah..." Callan tried to persuade Savannah. "No!" Savannah pursed her lip