Charlie casually wiped his mouth with a tissue, and placed it down, a mysterious smile curling up at the corner of his lips. "I'll tell you when we get home."
"Home? Why wait until we get home?"
Nancy stood up, walked over, and took his hand, pleading with him. "Tell me now."
Charlie just smiled without saying a word, heading straight for the door.
Nancy got even more anxious. "Tell me, come on."
They reached the door of the room, and Charlie still hadn’t said anything.
As he opened the door and walked into the bedroom, Charlie suddenly turned around, pulling Nancy tightly into his arms. "Alright, I'll tell you now. My request is—"
The man's scent hit her face, and Nancy's heart skipped a beat. She looked into his deep eyes, every cell in her body tense with anticipation.
Charlie paused, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Sleeping on my bed."
"Eh...?"
Before she could utter the words, Nancy found herself “flying” towards the bed, landing heavily on the mattress. The inertia even caused her to bounce a little.
Her mind went blank, and it was only after the initial dizziness subsided that she regained her senses. But at that moment, Charlie's tall figure was already looming over her.
"No, no!"
Instinctively resisting, Nancy pushed against Charlie's chest with all her strength, her eyes welling up with fear.
It's not fair to lose a game to do that, right?
"Charlie, you can't do this!"
Charlie glanced at her hands on his chest and raised an eyebrow. "Nan, are you a sore loser?"
"No!"
Nancy tried desperately to explain. "You said you wouldn't hurt me..."
"How can this be hurting?"
"Okay."
Charlie gently patted her arm. "You've had a long day. Sleep."
"I won't... I'll go to the couch..."
As Nancy tried to get up, Charlie closed his eyes, his arms locking her in an iron grip. "Stay still. Let me hold you for a bit."
Nancy thought of resisting, but the fatigue evident on his face made her pause.
She knew that two intense rounds of the pool had drained him both mentally and physically. Even with Charlie's strong physique, he too was exhausted.
In consideration of him standing up for her today, she decided to let him hold her.
With that thought, Nancy slowly closed her eyes...
Meanwhile, Luna sat on the couch, watching Vivian across the room. Vivian was alternating between anger and smugness over something on Twitter, and Luna frowned in irritation.
"Vivi," she said, considering the situation, "you should step back from the shoot. Let Nancy take over and finish the film."
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