"Cut!"
"Twenty-seventh NG!"
Miseria felt a splitting headache.
"How about just simply hugging? Every time you two are five centimeters apart, your eyes start wandering.
I think if you keep acting, you'll develop a kissing phobia."
Fratiss was applying an ice pack to her flushed cheeks.
Chloe was staring absentmindedly at a certain spot on the floor.
Seeing their awkward expressions, Miseria suddenly revealed a devilish smile:
"How about I give you a demonstration?"
Chloe hadn't reacted yet, and was already pulled by the tie towards the stage.
Miseria waved to Fratiss, the next moment, a gentle scent of pomegranate invaded Chloe's nostrils.
Her fingertips brushed over Chloe's tie knot.
The spotlight on the stage refracted diamond-shaped light on her glasses, shattering the mint-colored pupils into pieces.
