Even without speaking, the understanding allowed the two to complete their exchange.
The tacit understanding let Sophia Jones understand that gesture, both helpless and amused.
This guy, seriously... couldn't he choose another time?
Yet the love in her heart softened her slightly furrowed brows, as if she consented.
At this moment, Seven Brown couldn't help but teasingly mutter: "Ah... it's fine. Just pretend I'm not here."
Saying this, she deliberately covered her head with the quilt, pretending to be an ostrich that saw and heard nothing.
If she hadn't spoken, it would have been fine. But once she did, Sophia Jones felt a sudden... inexplicable sense of absurd shame.
However...
Hearing that person beside her take a slightly rough breath, she realized it was too late to say anything now.
In the darkness, Sophia Jones bit her red lips gently.
Her absolutely beautiful face showed a hint of helpless reproach, yet she allowed him to do as he wished.
