Sophie Wilson: "..."

"Get out!" Sophie Wilson kicked someone out, then picked up the clothes on the floor, opened the door, threw them out, and closed the door—all in a series of fluid, no-nonsense movements.

Outside the door, Charles Seymour had a faintly teasing smile on his lips, but his voice was utterly serious: "Sophie, what you said about two people expressing their thoughts correctly."

"You bought me clothes, I’m happy, so I wore them for you to see."

Outside, Charles’s voice was innocent, making Sophie grind her teeth in anger: "Is this how I said to communicate?"

As soon as she finished speaking, there was no movement outside. Sophie snorted; this guy was just infuriating.

Does he have a problem understanding things?

"Sophie." Charles’s voice suddenly lowered, coming softly through the crack of the door. Perhaps it was because he intentionally suppressed his voice, making it sound richer and more textured than usual, like a feather tickling Sophie’s heart. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"You bought this for me, after all, because you wanted me to wear it for you to see, didn’t you? Does it look good?"

Sophie Wilson: "!!!"

Fugitive!

Back then, she mischievously wanted to buy it, imagining what someone’s reaction would be upon receiving it, but... she hadn’t thought he’d pull this move...

It’s simply, it’s simply...

Sophie Wilson banged her head against the door.

This feeling of wanting to "bully" someone and then being "reverse-bullied" is really... beyond words.

"Actually..." Charles’s voice outside was even lower, and there was a hint of suppressed huskiness, "I actually hope Sophie would help me take it off."

Sophie Wilson: "!!!"

Outside, Charles’s eyes were filled with amusement; he was increasingly enjoying teasing Sophie.

Especially when her eyes were wide open, sparkling like those of a little cat, he couldn’t get enough of it.

Alive and well, a vibrant Sophie, the more he looked, the more he loved watching.

Charles was just about to say a few words to soothe the agitated Sophie inside—after all, his wife, teasing her too much would end up breaking his heart instead.

But before Charles could speak, the door opened suddenly, and Sophie was watching him with a tender smile.

Charles’s heart skipped a beat, completely clueless about where this was heading, only instinctively sensing that things might...

Before Charles could finish his thought, he suddenly saw Sophie’s smile deepened like a blooming flower, stunningly beautiful, making him dizzy. Then... somewhere felt a chill as the last piece of fabric was directly torn away.

Charles was shocked!

He stared wide-eyed at Sophie Wilson.

Sophie’s movements were smooth and decisive, grabbing it and making it quickly stand to attention.

Charles Seymour: "!!!!!!"

Right now, his mind was full of exclamation points, completely unable to process.

"It actually looks good on you, just as I imagined!" Sophie said, giving a spirited slap to a certain part, and shot him a charming smile, filled with playful provocation in her sultry eyes, then turned back to her room.

With a bang, the door slammed shut right in front of Charles’s eyes.

Charles dumbly stared at the tightly closed door, then glanced down at his saluting buddy, looked back at the door... Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming urge to laugh and cry.

Sophie... really is...

Charles shook his head in amused helplessness.