A moist sensation spread across her lips, causing Charlotte Thompson to anxiously tug at the corner of her clothes.
The occasional envious laughter of the nearby NPCs made her feel somewhat shy.
"That’s enough." She gently pushed Justin Battleson away, her fair, slender fingertips brushing across his chest to remind him to be mindful of their surroundings.
"Hmm, you shouldn’t be scared now," Justin Battleson smiled teasingly, a hint of mockery about Charlotte’s earlier timidity in his voice. Discover more novels at novel⦿fire.net
Charlotte Thompson looked down, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her clear eyes.
How could she possibly be afraid of those ghosts?
She gently pressed her lips together, a trace of Justin Battleson’s taste still lingering there, making her chuckle in amusement.
Battleson had already walked ahead. He turned around to see Charlotte spacing out and gently urged her, "Come on, I’ll hold your hand."
"Alright." Charlotte Thompson softly answered, reaching out her hand to him.
The room’s lighting flickered erratically to the point of combustion, yet Justin Battleson was always a shining beacon in her eyes.
"Remember to hold onto me tightly. There might be more ghosts ahead," Justin Battleson murmured, protectively leading Charlotte from behind.
A giggle escaped from Charlotte’s heart; Justin hadn’t realized she was pretending.
But why did her head feel so dizzy?
Justin felt her lagging behind and promptly stopped in his tracks.
"Charlotte?" he asked.
Charlotte brought her hand to her forehead, feeling dizzy and faint before leaning against the nearby wall.
"What’s wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?" he asked, leaning down, his soft hand gently placing on her forehead.
"You don’t have a fever." He felt relieved upon feeling his own forehead.
Charlotte shook her head, crouching down into a ball hoping that would alleviate her discomfort.
"Ugh, it’s all your fault for kissing me earlier," Charlotte Thompson started to grumble. Only after that kiss had she began to feel hot all over, her face flushed.
Upon hearing her words, Justin Battleson casually sat alongside her, resting his head against the wall, teasingly remarked, "Then, shall we kiss again?"
"Stop it." Charlotte Thompson turned away, feigning anger.
All jokes aside, she truly doesn’t feel well.
"How about we scare people by pretending to be ghosts?" Justin Battleson suggested, looking to spend more time with Charlotte Thompson.
Charlotte chuckled and played along, keeping her head down and fiddling with the props that the NPCs had left in an attempt to distract herself.
"Charlotte, let’s go." Justin whispered after a pause.
The lights in the room flickered intensely, and Charlotte’s breathing grew heavier and heavier.
Realizing something was wrong, Justin quickly helped her up.
"Ah!" Charlotte suddenly opened her eyes wide, making a ghost-like face, catching Justin completely off guard.
"How about that? Got scared, didn’t you?" Charlotte gloated, although her voice was notably weak.
Justin couldn’t help but smirk, watching Charlotte’s rare childish behavior; he didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
"Let’s go." He opened his arms, waiting for Charlotte to nestle in, where he could protect her.
"Hmm." Charlotte agreed, but she couldn’t seem to move her feet. She felt so dizzy.
"Justin, let’s go out quickly. I’m feeling so uncomfortable." She had just finished speaking when she started to stumble.
"Charlotte! Charlotte!" Justin rushed over to support her, his voice echoed throughout the enclosed space as he called her name.
Sweat soaked through her clothes, and cold sweat continued to drip from her forehead.