If Sophie Wilson believed him, she'd be seeing ghosts!
"Hm, you're such a sneaky fox!" Sophie Wilson reached out, pinched Charles Seymour's nose, and teasingly got up.
Charles Seymour didn't speak, but the deep disappointment almost overflowed from his eyes. Then, his lips felt warm as someone sealed them with a fierce kiss, and instantly, the gloom dispersed, and the sunshine poured in.
Sophie watched as Charles Seymour instantly revived, and couldn't help but laugh. Mischievously, she reached out, ruffling his black hair: "Good boy."
Afterward, Sophie felt frustrated: "Who's the one that really needs comfort here?"
Charles Seymour's already bright eyes brightened a few more degrees, hinting at wanting to volunteer.
Sophie lightly patted his forehead: "I think food still heals my damaged soul best."
Charles Seymour's eyes dimmed, feeling down, as he got up to go downstairs for food.
