"You're not wearing your socks properly again." Charles Seymour sighed helplessly, then squatted down, placed her foot on his knee, and quickly fixed her socks, ensuring her ankles weren't exposed.
Then, he fixed the sock on her other foot as well, and very patiently tidied up the cuffs of her loungewear.
His attentive actions, gentle and caring, made Sophie Wilson's heart soften. She couldn't help but reach out and touch the fluffy hair on his head.
Charles looked up in confusion, his innocent gaze resembled a large dog being petted by its owner, fully trusting. This look made Sophie Wilson's heart melt completely.
How could he be so unfair?
Sophie Wilson cleared her throat and pulled Charles Seymour up, "I know, I'll be good at home and wait for you to come back. Hurry up and go, it's almost noon."
