In that situation, Sophie Wilson was still smiling, that radiant smile lighting up his dark life. If it weren't for her... Charles Seymour's eyes darkened, and he looked down at Sophie, who was gasping for air, with eyes full of pain intertwined with deep affection.
"All done." Charles Seymour massaged the tense muscles for her, then spoke in a low voice.
"Hey, it's really all better!" Sophie Wilson got up, moved her neck, shook her arms, and happily hugged Charles Seymour's arm, acting coyly, "How are you so good at everything?"
Charles Seymour looked at her with amusement and asked, "Is that a bad thing?"
"Not good at all. What if someone tries to steal you from me?" Sophie Wilson asked with a pout on one cheek, feeling morose.
"Then I'll just tell her that I'm taken." Charles Seymour replied.
"And if she doesn't listen to reason?" Sophie Wilson continued asking.
"I'll punch her!" Charles Seymour said straightforwardly.
