Charlotte's slender, pale fingers clutched the bedding as she turned away, "I'm going to sleep."
Behind her came a man's low laughter, followed by the sound of a book being placed on the counter. The man's heavy body slowly pressed from behind, gathering her petite frame into his arms.
"Sleep? You just woke up and now you're sleeping again. When did you turn into a pig?"
Charlotte was pressed onto the bed, almost unable to breathe: "Robert, you... Robert, don't... don't be naughty."
Her voice was intermittent, weak as if she was on the verge of tears from being teased.
Robert Stephens paused for a moment, then gently sighed, eased up a little, and embraced her, rubbing his chin on the crown of her head, sighing, "Why, why are you so good at playing coquettish?"
Charlotte thought to herself, she's certainly not.
She just couldn't stand this man's teasing, nor did she know how to react under his teasing.
Robert Stephens asked her again, "Why coquettish? Hmm?"
