In the room.
Lucas Quinn was already awake, sitting cross-legged on the bed wrapped in a blanket, cuddling his laptop. With a slightly dazed look, he was trying hard to keep his eyes open to look at the screen, his fingers rapidly tapping the keys.
Upon hearing the door open, he turned his head slowly towards Charlotte Allison, tilting his head slightly, looking innocent and harmless.
"You're at home." His speech was slower than usual, dragging out his words like a sloth.
How can the little one be so adorable?
Charlotte Allison almost couldn't resist his unintentional temptation and wanted to pounce on him. She moved forward, kneeling on the edge of the bed with one leg, grasped his chin, touched his slightly dry lips, then naturally brushed the back of her hand against his forehead, the fever had subsided a little.
