Su Yaoyao's heart leaped into her throat. She instinctively took a step back and bumped squarely into the table behind her. A dull ache spread across her back, and she couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
With quick reflexes, Lucia shot out a hand to steady her by the waist. He then used the momentum to gently yet irresistibly trap her between himself and the table.
At such an intimate distance, Lucia suddenly realized that whenever he was near Su Yaoyao, a strange sense of peace and relaxation would wash over him like a tide. The feeling was utterly intoxicating, as if an invisible magic was compelling him, driving him to get even closer to her.
Lucia's gaze fell upon the mask on Su Yaoyao's face, his eyes filled with curiosity and longing. He asked softly, "Can't I take it off?"
Su Yaoyao frantically shook her head. Her heart pounded like a drum, a mix of nervousness and shyness keeping her from meeting Lucia's scorching gaze.
