As Jiang Zheyu watched, she felt her breath catch. It wasn't the suffocation of excitement the man seemed to be feeling, but the kind that made her want to die.
Then, the man took off his mask, lowered his head, and took a gentle sniff…
'Ugh, what a pervert!'
Jiang Zheyu couldn't bear to watch, yet she wanted a clear look at his face. Forcing back a shudder of disgust, she focused on the man's face now that his mask was off.
The man wore a baseball cap pulled down low, casting a shadow that concealed the upper half of his face.
All Jiang Zheyu could see was his smooth, sharp, and handsome jawline, his deathly pale skin, and his slightly parted lips—a striking vermilion red that looked moist and beautiful. A small mole just below the corner of his mouth only served to make them look more sensual.
That tiny mole made his beautiful, moist, crimson lips look all the more kissable.
Jiang Zheyu: …
'Well… even though I can't see his whole face, he must be handsome.'
