Just as she was at a loss, Charlotte suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "I've got it!"
"Is that so?"
I don't know why, but Charlotte felt that every time Leandro said "Is that so?", he didn't believe her.
As soon as she heard this sentence, she felt a bit embarrassed and guilty reflexively, "Really, really!"
"Oh."
He responded with a sound, released the hand that had fallen on her back, but the left hand on her back remained unretracted.
Charlotte could feel him gently touching her cervical vertebrae, each touch was light, as if he had touched her, yet as if he hadn't.
"You got drunk twice before, and both times you really enjoyed it when I touched you."
"I, I don't remember."
"Shall I help you remember?"
Charlotte was dumbfounded when she heard what he said.
She had no idea h
