A large portion of Justin Battleson's left shoulder and hair were wet, and he simply wiped it off with a tissue.
Hearing a sound, he lifted his head slightly, his hand movements pausing, leaving his gaze filled with a touch of bewilderment and confusion.
"What did you say?"
Charlotte Thompson quickly hid the expression on her face, casually glanced at Justin Battleson, lightly coughed and smiled politely at the corner of her mouth, saying, "It doesn't matter, since I'm here, could you Mr. Battleson take me in?"
"Wait a minute."
Just as she was about to step forward, she heard Justin Battleson suddenly call her, subconsciously turning her head back, her face filled with a trace of doubt as she looked at him.
Justin Battleson slightly looked down at her, his eyes lazy, but inexplicably soft as moonlight.
The soft lighting from the building spilled onto them, Justin lifted his hand and gently wiped the corner of Charlotte's mouth with his thumb.