"Why do you talk to me as if you're soothing a child?" Annie Anne leaned back slightly, pressing against the soft pillow, carefully adjusting her sitting position.
"Annie's temper is exactly like yours, so in my eyes, you and she are no different."
Charlotte Thompson smiled as she peeled fruit for Annie Anne.
"Why do I feel like you're deliberately taking advantage of me?" Annie Anne glanced at Charlotte Thompson.
Seeing this, Charlotte Thompson's tone became more teasing, "Woman, the way you look right now, you couldn't take advantage if you tried."
That earned her a very disdainful look from Annie Anne.
"Oh my god, Charlotte, who did you learn to talk like that from? It's so greasy, greasier than the pork rib soup I drink every day."
"It's all thanks to you; I watched that TV series you were in before, where your boyfriend was exactly like that, always having cheesy lines ready to go."
Charlotte Thompson then handed the sliced apple to Annie Anne.
