Charlotte sat restlessly again, feeling the same awkwardness she used to experience as a child when watching idol dramas with her parents and witnessing the sudden kiss between the main characters. She didn't know where to place her gaze.
The excessively good equipment made people feel like they were there, the iron bed clanged and clanged, and the actress's unabashed screams made the entire audiovisual room narrow.
In the quiet audio room, there was only the sound of the movie playing, the ambiguous moaning, which made the air become hot. Charlotte felt that even her breathing was not smooth.
The room was filled with that sound, very awkward. Charlotte raised her hand and wiped her forehead, her gaze sweeping over the fruit on the table, and a thought struck her: "The watermelon looks
