Ethan Hayes was stunned upon hearing her words.
He watched as Vivian York's fair and rosy face slowly, slowly approached him, closing the distance from a foot away to mere inches, then to just a breath apart, and finally to almost nose to nose.
Her clear and bright eyes were right in front of him, and her thick and curled eyelashes gently fluttered, as if creating an intangible breeze. Her nose tip was almost touching his, with her small nostrils flaring slightly with each breath, warm air softly brushing against his cheeks.
As she neared him, a fragrance unique to girls instantly enveloped him—a sweet and delightful scent, like flowers blooming splendidly under the sunlight.
Ethan Hayes's heart pounded uncontrollably in his chest, he could almost feel his cheeks turning red and hot.
Seeing Vivian York's rosy lips just an inch away from him, Ethan couldn't help but turn his head with a flushed face, his voice tinged with panic: "Are you… are you really going to kiss me?"
