Charlie was not three years old. Of course, he knew what it meant to take a bath in a girl's house.
He took a deep look at Yvette, and her little face without makeup was exceptionally fair and clear, revealing a tempting blush.
Under the warm light, Charlie could even see the thin fur on her pretty cheeks. He suddenly wanted to kiss her.
Charlie was a normal man, and after staring at her for a while, he felt a little tempted.
He looked at her and asked with a deep gaze, "Is it okay?"
Yvette felt ashamed to be looked at by him and murmured, "I'm sorry, Charlie."
She had thought about using him, but on second thought, she thought that he might not be willing, so she immediately admitted her mistake.
She still had to settle her own matters.
Yvette stood up. "I'll get you a towel to wipe it."
However, her wrist was grabbed. She looked over with doubt. Charlie's cold eyes shone as he said, "I can help you."
