When Bella woke up, Charles was standing by the window and drinking water.
The morning sun sprinkled on his body through the glass, as if wearing a shallow golden light.
Charles’s appearance was perfect, even if it was just a figure, it was still attracting.
Feeling her gaze, Charles turned sideways to see her, saw her waking up, walked over to the bed, leaned and kissed her lips, and asked softly, "Are you awake? Do you want to get up?"
His movements were gentle and intimate as if the two were close lovers, very natural. His lips were still a little moist, faintly moistening her lips that were with some dryness after she woke up.
Bella tightly held the quilt in her hand, this kind of Charles made her irresistible, but she was soberly aware that she couldn’t get addicted into it anymo
