Success!
Sophie Wilson secretly made a "V" sign in excitement, then her pitiable gaze again fell on the cookie that Charles Seymour had taken away.
Charles Seymour put down the tongs, placed a large hand on her head, and said in a low voice, "Don't push your luck."
Then, he carried a plate in one hand and fresh juice in the other, showing with his actions that afternoon tea could only consist of these items.
Sophie Wilson "furiously" jumped up, hopped onto Charles Seymour's back, and used both her hands and feet to cling to him, also indicating with her actions that she was upset and refused to walk, demanding a piggyback ride.
Charles Seymour's lips turned upwards, his eyes filled with an overflow of affectionate tenderness.
Carrying Sophie Wilson on his back was of course nothing to him, but he still advised her with concern, "Hold on tight."
Just don't let her fall.
"Okay." Sophie Wilson nodded, then mischievously pinched Charles Seymour's soft earlobe.
