Looking at that face just inches away, Bella Green's mind went blank. In her pupils, the excessively handsome features of the man were mirrored.
On her nose, there seemed to be the warm breath of the man, descending with each inhale and exhale.
Their distance was too close.
And in that moment, Bella Green inexplicably thought of two words... kissing!
This was the standard posture for a kiss, right?
The more she thought about it, the redder her face became, even her breathing was out of rhythm.
Why hadn't she noticed before that this man was so good-looking?
The next second, Bella Green's whimsical thoughts were shattered by the pain in her cheek.
"Why is your face suddenly so red? Allergic again?" Mason Bennett frowned, pinching her cheek, then moved a bit closer, speaking in a deep, puzzled voice.
That crisp scent made Bella Green even dizzier, as she foolishly stared at the man in front of her, dumbly replying, "Oh, maybe."
