"No need to wear it, you can't tell in winter anyway." Charlotte's eyes slowly closed, her long lashes trembling like wings, stirring his heart with a soft itch.
By the time he had peeled off Charlotte's dress from her body, she was already sound asleep.
Was she that tired? Not even having dinner?
His large hand gently caressed her smooth back, her skin white as cream, with an incomparably delicate texture. Each inch was full of elasticity, and as his hand brushed over it, it would blush faintly like enticing cherry blossoms.
Not wanting to disturb her, he picked up a cashmere blanket and gently draped it over her bare body, then quietly closed the door.
The housekeeper came to the study's door and knocked lightly. A deep male voice came from inside: 'Come in…'
"Young Master, do you have any instructions?" The housekeeper stopped two meters from Atlas Hallow's desk, bowed slightly, and respectfully asked.
