The temperature of the man beneath her palms gradually rose. Watching the fine beads of sweat on Griffith's forehead, Charlotte slowly moved her hands away.Griffith's gaze followed her movement as she did, scanning her face along the way. His Adam's apple bobbed as he noticed the small gesture of her biting her lip, feeling a restless impulse silently spreading.Almost subconsciously, he bent one leg. Unexpectedly, as Charlotte was about to sit up, she sighed softly while sensing his movement. Instinctively, she bent back down, placing her hands on his face.Once again, their breaths intertwined."...What are you fidgeting for?" she asked.Feeling her breath on his lips, Griffith closed his eyes, turned his head slightly, and restrained his voice as he said with a frown, "Get up.""If you hadn't moved, I would've gotten up long ago."As she spoke, she straightened up, looking at his face. As her gaze widened, she saw more details: him lying on the ground, his soft hair, the gen
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