He Did Something on Her

The dishes were served. Savannah Lea held the knife and fork in her hand, she opened the appetite and she ate quickly. "Here, this is delicious." "Well, you eat it too..." Callan Handerson sat with his back against the two people. The wooden board of the compartment could just block the people from the other table. People could only hear the sound from his position, but they couldn't see the image. In this way, the conversation inevitably became imagination and misunderstanding. "Something stuck here, wipe it." "Well, where is it? Have l cleaned it up?" "I help you..." Callan raised his handsome eyebrows and couldn't sit still. "Has he already started to do something on her?" "It's on the corner of your mouth. The soup is too thick. It's not easy to clean it..." Callan couldn't bear to listen any longer. He stood up suddenly, turned around, and walked toward Savannah's table. Before they could react, he had sat down beside Savannah and put his arm on the back of the chair behind Savann