"Hot cocoa, have some."
Leandro brought the cup to her, although he had let it sit for a while, it was still a bit hot. "Be careful, it's hot."
Charlotte looked at him, blinked her eyes, and realized that she had a small-mindedness. She felt guilty for a moment, looked at him leaning against the cup edge, and exposed the cup handle to her. Her heart felt even warmer.
Charlotte quickly picked up a cup, the freshly brewed hot cocoa steaming. She wanted to use her free hand to flip through Leandro's palm, to see if he had burned himself just now.
But at this moment, she was weak and powerless, unable to hold the cup of hot cocoa with one hand, so she had to give up.
She lowered her head and blew while sipping.
The next second, her lower abdomen was covered again.
Charlotte looked at Le
