""Oh... A secret room..."
Charlotte Thompson's voice was much softer than before, and a little guilt could be traced in its echo.
On the day in the secret room, Justin Battleson left a mark on her lips in front of the "zombie".
Their intimacy, although not only once, was the most striking and extraordinary in her memory.
While recalling the images in the secret room, Charlotte's cheeks slowly reddened with a hint of shyness.
"Charlotte, what are you thinking about?"
Justin caught even this slight change in her.
"Thinking about that time in the secret room... No, nothing, I wasn't thinking of anything, nothing at all..."
An accidental slip of her true thoughts made her already flushed cheeks even more rosy, even her forehead was slightly pink.
She continued to deny it, but it seemed somewhat futile.
"No need to think, the real deal is right before your eyes, we can recreate that scene again."