Charlie's upper body was so close to her that it seemed as if she was completely enveloped by his body.
Wendy shook her head and said, "Nothing."
His sharp eyes were still fixed on her.
Wendy felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. It seemed that he could discover what she was thinking about every time. She rubbed her shoulders and neck and added, "It's a little tired to sit for a long time..."
"You'll be even more tired later," Charlie claimed. "Why?" Wendy blinked.
Charlie didn't say anything, but his eyes became ambiguous.
Wendy got it and blushed in an instant. She regretted asking the reason.
In her sight, she saw Farr coming back with their luggage and walking to the trunk. Her heart was beating so fast that she wanted to stay on the plane for a few more hours.
When they arrived at the hotel, Farr walked them to the door of their room.
It was a romantic room, and there was a heart made of rose petals on the big white bed.
The red heart was too romantic. Wendy pretended to be calm and looked away. Charlie held her waist and closed to her, "Take a shower together?"
"No!" Wendy pushed him away in a hurry and her face turned to red,"... You use it first!"
Charlie stopped teasing her and walked into the bathroom.
Wendy stood by the French window, and her shadow was reflected on it under the light. Behind her was a big bed with red roses on it. The sound of running water from the bathroom could be heard. For a moment, she had an illusion that they were lovers who were going on a honeymoon.
It was her turn to use the bathroom. Not long after she turned on the sprinkler head, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"When will you finish?"
Wendy bit her lips and answered, "Soon..."
She wanted to dawdle for a little longer if she could.
It was really tried to travel a long distance, and another entrusting activity was waiting for her.
There was no sound outside the bathroom. Wendy thought he had left. When she was putting the shower gel on her body, the door was suddenly pushed open.
The tall figure of Charlie directly stepped inside.
FHis short hair, which had not completely dried up yet, was wet again, hanging down on his forehead, making his eyebrows look even more sexy and charming.
"You..." Wendy was pressed against the wall by him.
Her whole body was stiff, her voice broke in the air, and the temperature in the bathroom was raising...
The next morning, Wendy vaguely felt that the man beside her got up.
She tried her best to open her eyes and found that Charlie, who had changed into a suit, was doing a tie before the mirror. He was really energetic. As to Wendy, she fell asleep again due to tiredness.
When she opened her eyes again, the setting sun was shining through the window.
There was a man sitting at the end of the bed, with his back against the light, which made him look taller and stronger, and the outline of his face was breathtaking.
"Are you awake?" Charlie asked.
Realizing that he had been sitting there all the time, Wendy sat up and answered, "Yea, of course!"
She grabbed her hair and felt both annoyed and embarrassed. She had slept for a whole day.
"Take a shower. I'll take you out for a walk." Charlie was amused by her silly look.
Wendy blinked her eyes in a daze.
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