Seeing her unusual expression, Phoebe's smile grew even more enchanting as she slightly tilted her head, her nose gently brushing against her face.
"I really can't wait for the sunset now."
His nose was cool, yet his skin was extremely smooth. Feeling his closeness, Shiwu's hairs stood on end, and her heart disobediently pounded wildly.
She instinctively leaned back, dodging his closeness.
However, he was holding the ropes tied around her; where could she retreat to? With Phoebe's face tilted, her lips just happened to brush against his.
Crack!
There was a faint static sound, and both of their lips went numb.
Shiwu froze.
"What's the matter, are you in such a hurry?"
Phoebe smirked mischievously.
She abruptly snapped back to her senses, realizing her lips were still touching his, and hurried to tilt her head back with all her might.
