Hearing this, Zoe Yale's pretty face turned crimson.
She quietly closed her eyes, waiting for him to kiss her.
But she waited for half a day, and Charles White still didn't kiss her.
She suddenly got annoyed and opened her eyes to glare at him.
"Are you going to kiss me or not? If not, I'm going inside!" How could he dawdle like this, holding her all the time without any action?
"Molly, the farewell kiss was your idea." Charles White's thin lips slightly parted, speaking slowly.
As if he was deliberately teasing her, his thin lips were less than a centimeter from her nose, just not touching her.
His warm breath blew softly on her face, carrying a warm temperature that tickled slightly.
Zoe Yale's mind instantly went blank.
She quickly realized his meaning, and her facial expression turned bright red in an instant.
She reached out to push against his chest, wanting to push him away.
