"We've to blow dry the makeup so that it doesn't smudge." Si Yiyan leaned in towards her forehead and gently blew on the makeup on her forehead.
The moist, warm breath felt slightly numb and ticklish, creating waves of ripples in her heart—as the ripples expanded, her heart constricted. She nervously stretched her hand out and placed it on his chest, in preparation to push him away.
Unexpectedly, as her hand touched his chest, it was burned by scalding heat similar to that of smelting iron, which seeped through her hand and spread to her entire body. His thunderous heartbeat shook her hand, and the rhythm of her heartbeat instantly matched up to his palpitating chest, suddenly intensifying.
Just as she was about to retract her hand, Si Yiyan reached out and pressed her hand onto his chest, leaned in, and trapped her in her seat, his thin lips instantly captivating her tender, petal-like heart.
