Charlotte finished washing up and lay back down on the bed.
Arthur North rubbed her head, helped her turn over, and gently pressed his hand on her lower back.
Charlotte's face buried in the pillow, she muffledly said after a while, "Brother Arthur..."
Arthur's mood lifted, and he asked, "What's up?"
"Shouldn't we exercise some restraint?"
Arthur chuckled, "Has Sister Brook's physical fitness declined a bit?"
"Don't push me to hit you."
"So we should do it more frequently." Arthur smiled, spouting his flawed logic, "We'll get used to it."
Charlotte lifted her leg and gave him a kick.
Arthur didn't get angry and leaned down to kiss her on the back of the neck, "Don't be mad, I'll be more gentle."
"You can make it shorter next time."
Arthur: "........."
"Little girl, you're making things difficult for me." Arthur said slowly.
Charlotte didn't want to deal with him.
