Christopher stared at her tempting red lips and felt eager.
They were so close to each other that he could even feel her breath, and her seductive red lips were only one finger away from his. He could even smell her as long as he lowered his head.
It would be a lie to say that he didn't have any chemistry with her.
"But could I really kiss her?" He thought uncertainly.
His mind was preoccupied by the thoughts, but his body responded to her honestly.
He slowly moved near to her...
But when he was about to kiss her, he suddenly left off.
"No, I can't touch her until I recover my memory." He told himself in his heart.
Thinking of this, he let go of her and took a difficult step back to extricate himself from her. He glanced at her closed eyes, then turned around and hurriedly walked towards the bathroom.
