The sea breeze blew, and the not yet completely dry skirt clung to her body, making her involuntarily shiver, and the chaos in her head finally cleared up a bit.
"I just...I didn't do it on purpose." She took a slight step back and lightly explained her actions just now,
She knew she was wrong just now, but she didn't know how it had happened.
Joseph Thompson's mouth twitched, and he, of course, knew she didn't mean it because - it was always him who was doing it on purpose, and he knew that very well.
"I had a glass of gin," seeing Joseph not making a sound, she quickly explained: "I thought it was water, and I drank it by mistake."
"Hmm," he lowered his head and glanced at her feet: "Are you okay? Can you walk? If you can't walk, I can carry you."
"No need," she immediately refused: "My foot is fine, I can walk, definitely can."
After saying that, she deliberately took a few steps to show him, as if proving that she wasn't lying.
