She shot an innocent look at Charlie River, as if to say, "See? It's your Young Master who's refusing. Don't blame me then."
Charlie River was rendered speechless.
The group continued their trek deeper into the desert. Their pace was slow, but they refused to stop.
Sophie Sullivan encountered an embarrassing problem. She grabbed Thomas Shannon's hand, her face tinged with embarrassment.
"Maniac, let go."
"I won't let go." She gripped his hand, tighter than ever.
"I need to drink water. If you don't let go, are you planning to feed me yourself?" Thomas Shannon joked, his voice lilting slightly with easily discernible amusement.
Sophie Sullivan glanced at him and temporarily released his hand, yet she still couldn't help but urge, "Drink quickly. I have something to tell you once you're done."
"What can't you say now?" Thomas Shannon took the kettle Charlie River handed him, unscrewed it, and took a couple of sips.
Sophie Sullivan turned away awkwardly and hummed.
