"I'm on a variety show, how can I keep a straight face?" Charlotte Thompson blinked innocently.
"Can't you play it serious and formal?" Justin Battleson reached out and pinched Charlotte Thompson's face.
Charlotte Thompson dodged Justin Battleson's hand with a laugh, then pinched her own nose and fanned in front of her face, "Sour."
"Charlotte?"
Justin Battleson murmured Charlotte's name, and upon seeing the sorrow in his eyes, Charlotte was about to unbuckle her seatbelt and slip out of the car.
But how could Justin Battleson let Charlotte go so easily? He grabbed her wrist and teased her until her eyes were faintly red.
Looking at Charlotte's eyes, which seemed to contain autumn waves, Justin Battleson pulled her into his arms and beside her ear, he bit down hard,
"Really, such a heartless little girl."
He wished he could keep Charlotte by his side every day, enclosed in his embrace, not allowing others to gaze at her at all.