"Sophie, get up and take a shower," Charles Seymour said helplessly, sitting on the edge of the bed, patting the lump on the bed.
The lump on the bed moved a bit, and the person hiding inside pretended not to hear, steadfastly resisted, and refused to co out.
Charles patted again, and suddenly there was a delicate cry from under the covers. Sophie Wilson threw off the blanket, revealing herself, her eyes sparkling with charm, a faint blush at the corners of her eyes drawing his soul, almost transforming Charles into a wolf ready to pounce right onto her.
Fortunately, his self-control was strong enough; he took a deep breath and suppressed his restless emotions.
His muscles simply tightened, resisting the instincts of his body.
"Why are you patting ?" Sophie pouted angrily, grimacing at him. How annoying.
"Don’t stay buried under the covers. Take a shower and then sleep," Charles said with amusent.
Watching her act cutely and childishly with him, his heart felt as if it were being gently scratched by a kitten’s tiny paws, making it tingly and itchy, almost lting away.
This was his Sophie, lively and playful, daring to be mischievous with him at will.
"Oh." Sophie knew she was being a bit unreasonable hiding under the covers, but she just lost embarrassingly before, such a sha.
Being kissed into a stupor, this... this... After regaining her senses, she just wanted to find a place to hide.
It’s so embarrassing!
Seeing Sophie agree, Charles smiled, ruffled her hair, and then stood up to leave.
Just as Charles was about to close the door, Sophie suddenly called out to him, "Hey."
"Hmm?" Charles paused and turned around.
"Next ti, I’ll definitely win!" Sophie clenched her tiny fist, with a determined and ambitious look that made Charles laugh, his eyes like a sky full of stars, bright beyond compare: "I’m very much looking forward to your ’revenge’."
"Definitely!" Sophie triumphantly raised her chin, proudly stating that she wouldn’t admit defeat.
Charles’s Adam’s apple slid up and down quickly, his voice slightly hoarse and ambiguous, "You’re welco to practice as much as you wish. I’m always here."
Instantly, Sophie’s cheeks flushed like a fla, burning her entire face hotly as she "angrily" shouted, "Get lost!"
Charles couldn’t help but burst into laughter, leaving with a great mood.
Sophie hugged the blanket, her face red and her heart racing, chuckling softly.
Charles’s naughty deanor really is... no matter how she looks at it, he’s so cute!
She felt that life now was truly wonderful, especially seeing a normally cold guy beco more lively each day, it made her happy.
She didn’t know what caused soone to beco so cold and lifeless, but he’s her man, and she would bring him back to life, enjoying happiness with her.
Yes!
She must try hard!
But... why is it that she always loses when they kiss?
That damned rascal must be cheating!
Sophie "angrily" pounded the blanket, fuming internally at that cheating rascal!
Downstairs, Uncle Warren looked up in surprise, was that the sound of Mr. Seymour’s laughter earlier?
Uncle Warren smiled silently in excitent; ever since Mr. Seymour has been with Miss Wilson, he’s been getting happier and happier.
He’s gradually showing expressions beyond indifference, and now he can even laugh freely, isn’t that wonderful?
Miss Wilson truly is Mr. Seymour’s lucky star.
With her, Mr. Seymour seems like a living person instead of a cold machine.
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