Chapter 38 Becca
He leaned over slightly with a faint smell of tobacco, which immediately enveloped Charlotte. At the same time, she was overwhelmed by an invisible oppression and dared not move. She could only watch helplessly as Nelson took her hand and sent that piece of cake into his mouth.
He squinted his eyes and concluded: "It's sweet and greasy."
Charlotte couldn't help but want to justify the name of cake: "Because it's something girls like...well..."
She opened her eyes wide and couldn't believe it...
Dis Mr. Clark lick the corner of her lips Just now?!
Nelson explained his actions: "There are some cream on your lips... Pumpkin, you are not eight years old. Are you eight months old?"
Charlotte covered her red and tender lips: "... You can tell me! I can wipe it off myself!"
Nelson smiled happily, caressing her wrist, and said, "It's soft and sweet."
When Charlotte realized that he was saying, Nelson sat up straight again in a dignified manner. Waylon came and said, "Mr. Clark, hurry up."
"Yes." Nelson responded indifferently, and said to Charlotte: "Let's go."
Charlotte was ashamed, but she didn't dare to say anything. She could only sulk, and decided to ignore Nelson. When she went out of the room, a gust of wind cooled her down, but the place where he licked was hot.
In the Clark family, there were only two descendants of the direct line of descent, and many collateral branches. Madame Clark deliberately wanted to ease the atmosphere, so she called them, most of whom were girls of seventeen or eighteen years old, young and beautiful. They were gossiping to please Madame Clark, but when they heard the sound of the wheelchair passing, they shut their mouths in unison.
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