"What are you doing?"
Although Charlotte Thompson and Justin Battleson had shown affection before.
But this was the first ti she did it in a live stream in front of millions of viewers.
Charlotte tried to appear calm, but her slightly reddening ears betrayed her.
"Of course, I’m fulfilling the viewers’ wishes to show off our love," he replied.
Justin watched Charlotte’s reaction with amusent and then signaled that the cara could stop streaming since all the important parts had been covered.
However, Justin’s move to show affection and then imdiately cut off the live stream garnered a lot of resentnt, leading to our ’search trending queen’ Charlotte once again topping the trending searches within a re hour.
#WhenWillJustinAndCharlotteMarry#
In fact, before Justin had appeared on the live stream, there were already so rumors online speculating whether Justin and Charlotte had drifted apart due to so of Charlotte’s comnts.
However, Justin’s actions just now obviously slapped those people’s faces rather hard.
After the live stream was over, Charlotte nestled on the sofa in Justin’s office, scrolling through her phone, before looking up at Justin with a bit of complaint in her eyes.
"Look at you, causing such a stir."
"I didn’t do anything," Justin defended himself while sorting the docunts next to him, maintaining an innocent deanor.
"You say you did nothing, but you..." Charlotte sat up slightly and stopped talking when Justin looked at her.
"What did I do?" he asked.
Justin, harboring so naughty intentions, stood up from his office chair and walked over to tease Charlotte.
Seeing this, Charlotte was about to make a quick escape, but Justin’s movents were quicker and more direct, hooking her back into his embrace before she could flee.
"You didn’t finish your sentence; why are you thinking of leaving?"
Justin held Charlotte from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, his voice tender and affectionate.
"So, what did I do?"
"You do whatever you want," Charlotte muttered, feeling his warm breath tickling her ear and shrugging her shoulders because she was ticklish.
"Hm?" Justin picked up on the rising inflection of her words, "Miss Thompson, does this an you agree to let do whatever I want?"
"You’re talking nonsense!"
Charlotte reached back and twisted Justin’s hand on her waist, trying to push his arm away.
"You just said I could do what I want, and now you’re going back on your word?"
Justin’s hand started to mischievously wander over Charlotte’s waist.
"Stop it..."
Charlotte’s cheeks flushed red, but with her modest strength, she wasn’t able to break free from Justin’s hold.
"This isn’t playing around; this is punishnt for soone who goes back on their words."
As he spoke, Justin’s fingers bent slightly and started tickling Charlotte’s waist.
The back and waist were particularly sensitive areas for Charlotte, and Justin’s intentional teasing made it unbearable for her. She curled up in his arms and giggled helplessly.
"Justin Battleson! Stop it..."
Charlotte laughed with her eyes curved in mirth and her cheeks tinted with an attractive blush.
Justin then pressed her down on the sofa, allowing Charlotte to catch her breath, finally safe from the tickling.
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