"I'll do it myself!" Baron Lawrence raised his hand to avoid her.
With a sulky face, he swiftly typed a few characters on the smartphone. He held the phone high up so Enna Clark couldn't see what he changed it to.
The uniquely masculine mint scent pervaded every inch of her body. His strong heartbeat was audible to her ears and Enna's mood suddenly improved significantly.
At that moment, Baron Lawrence handed the phone back to her, "Here you go, but I'm warning you, don't mess around with your settings!"
"Um..." Enna caught her own phone and, looking down, couldn't help but laugh and cry. She pointed to the screensaver, speechless, "What is this?"
"My photo!" The culprit admitted without hesitation, not embarrassed at all. It was as if setting his own photo as someone else's phone screensaver – something only primary and middle school students would do – was perfectly reasonable.
"How is it? Doesn't it look good?"
