The distance of five centimeters, even longer than a finger, was so close that they could clearly see each other's skin texture.
Meng Jingyi only felt her breathing getting faster and heavier, completely uncontrollably spraying onto Xiao Heng's face. Her throat felt a bit itchy, and she involuntarily swallowed.
His breaths seemed disordered too; their breaths mingled together, creating an ambiguous atmosphere that made her blush.
What should she do? He seemed to be getting closer and closer!
Meng Jingyi's eyes widened as his face magnified in her vision, just as she thought Xiao Heng was about to kiss her, suddenly her cheek hurt...
"Ouch... let go, it hurts, hurts!"
She cried out, the pain making her stand on tiptoe, and the ambiguity shattered like a pink bubble in the air, her blush turning into tears.
Xiao Heng pinched Meng Jingyi's cheek tightly, his voice cold and sharp with anger, "Pain? Do you know what I want to do right now?"
