"The story is warm and the ending is happy, isn’t this just a fairy tale?"
Justin Battleson spoke softly and had already turned on the hairdryer, carefully drying Charlotte Thompson’s hair.
The warm breeze patted her ears as Charlotte sat obediently on the bed, looking down at the book in her hands.
However, she didn’t know much Italian, and from this whole page of text, she could only make out a few sentences or words.
"What does this book talk about?"
Charlotte flipped through a few pages, then turned back to where Justin had placed his bookmark, curiously asking.
"It’s about a minstrel who experienced different things in different places," Justin patiently replied.
His delicate fingers passed through Charlotte’s soft hair strands, still carrying a faint fragrance, making Justin unable to let go.
Charlotte’s hair was fine and silky, also well-maintained, almost like satin.
Justin particularly liked how Charlotte looked with long hair.
However, Charlotte found maintaining long hair rather cumberso, so she often opted for a haircut, which kept her hair neatly shoulder-length.
After gently and patiently drying Charlotte’s hair, Justin tenderly embraced her from behind.
Charlotte then handed over the book, "Tell about it."
"So Miss Thompson also needs a fairy tale before sleeping," Justin lightly laughed as he took the book from her hands.
"Why, you don’t want to?" Charlotte looked up at Justin.
"How could I?" Justin bent down and kissed her forehead, then flipped the book back to the first page.
Seeing this, Charlotte found a comfortable position within Justin’s embrace.
Usually, Justin was severe and reticent, only showing all his tenderness in front of Charlotte.
His voice, cool and light, pierced gently into Charlotte’s ears.
Previously, when Justin had told bedti stories to the children, Charlotte had listened too. Still, back then, she had been watching Justin’s expressions rather than noticing his voice.
Now, as the story was narrated close to her ear, Charlotte felt an unusual emotion sprouting continuously in her heart.
Like a gentle wind, it kissed the scars upon her heart.
Charlotte squinted her eyes, quietly leaning in Justin’s embrace.
Suddenly, Justin’s voice stopped, which left Charlotte sowhat puzzled as she lifted her head.
She saw Justin lifting her fingertips and placing them on a line of text.
More accurately, on a single word.
Charlotte blinked, not understanding.
"Do you know what this word ans?" Justin softly inquired.
Charlotte blinked and scrutinized closely. Although sowhat familiar, she still couldn’t recognize it completely, "I..."
Charlotte tilted her head, but ultimately, she couldn’t figure it out.
"I love you."
Justin’s voice resonated in Charlotte’s ear, causing her initial movent to pause.
She turned her head to et Justin’s gaze, which was as brilliant as the Milky Way.
"I love you," Justin repeated.
Charlotte then snapped back to reality, her lips curving into a smile, then she propped up her upper body slightly, closing the distance between them.
"I know, I love you," Charlotte said softly.
In Justin’s eyes erged a radiant smile, and he embraced Charlotte’s waist, planting a devout kiss on her tender lips.
Outside, the moonlight seeped through the window, thickly scattering across the carpet, enveloping a corner of the bed.
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