The girl's eyelashes quivered slightly, and the wine bottle in her hand wobbled, threatening to fall.
At the moment the wine bottle slipped, Charles caught it steadily.
He casually placed the wine bottle on the table and removed the files blocking the girl's chest.
Rosie's glossy lips parted slightly. She shivered sensitively, and her small pink fist instinctively moved to push him away.
"No kissing allowed." Her voice trembled as she warned.
Charles lifted his dark eyes, where a sleeping beast was already baring its fangs and claws, eager to break free.
The girl suddenly called a stop.
"You little rascal, I haven't even settled the score with you yet." Now at this moment, you're pushing me away.
It's like poking the bear.
Seeing Charles perform these intimate gestures while wearing Mr. Carey's face, Rosie truly felt like an adulteress for a moment.
The separation between reason and reality made her feel a sense of shame.
