Chapter 1205 Her Hands Are Like Clamps

“Tsk, I don't need you to comfort me.” Hannah couldn't help but glance at him disdainfully, thinking that he valued his pride above all else. You took me to your arms earlier on but claimed now that you weren't good at comfort others. “Hannah, I'll bring you to the garden to fly kites once you've recovered,” Winson, who was lying next to Hannah, suddenly said.