"It's nothing, don't worry."
Justin Battleson stepped forward and trapped Charlotte Thompson between the table and his arms.
"How can I not worry?"
Justin's expression was somewhat serious as his fingertips brushed Charlotte's cheek, threading through her soft long hair.
He slightly lowered his eyelashes, concealing the shadow in his eyes.
Charlotte felt a bit ticklish from Justin's touch and couldn't help but shrug her shoulders. She reached up to hold Justin's hand, rubbing her cheek against his palm, and quickly comforted him:
"Why such a serious face? Okay, I'm going to take a bath now."
With that, Charlotte moved her body away, but just as she lifted her foot, she was swept up and carried horizontally before she could take a single step.
Charlotte was startled and, blushing, wrapped her arms around Justin's neck and cried out in surprise.
"What's going on?"
Justin looked at Charlotte with an innocent expression.
