Yvette's voice was very soft. It was obvious that she was lacking confidence.
She had never taken the initiative to kiss him before. Her arms that were stuck to his side were so tense that they were stiff.
Lance looked at her indifferently. "So what? Why does it matter?"
Yvette had already abandoned her pride and taken the most difficult step. Looking at his exceptionally cold expression, she felt a little panicked and wanted to leave.
But when she thought of how determined he was when he saved her, she suppressed the urge.
She didn't wince back but looked at him directly. "If you really don't want to see me, I won't disturb you again."
Her petal-like lips were right in front of Lance's eyes, seeming to carry a sweet fragrance.
Lance was expressionless, but his fingers tightened, and his blood became hotter.
