Every time the man climbed up a step, she felt herself tremble a little. With each tremble, her heartbeat became faster and faster.
Charlotte's breathing, which had just calmed down, gradually became rapid again. She slightly lifted her head and looked at Leandro's perfect jawline, unable to help but swallow.
Is it not going to be like this or that later?
At the thought of this, she became nervous instinctively, and various unhealthy images started appearing in her mind.
Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Leandro had already carried her into the room.
Charlotte was placed on the bed by him, and she instinctively grabbed the sheets underneath her. Her heart was pounding, as if it could jump out of her chest at any moment.
"Let's take a shower, it's getting late."
Charlotte lifted
