Bai Ruozhu even felt that the warmth of Jiang's breath had sprayed onto her forehead, causing a tickling sensation as if a feather had brushed against her skin. But wait, he wore a mask. How could his breath come out from his nose?
Bai Ruozhu chuckled quietly to herself, thinking she must be hallucinating. Was she so bewildered by a handsome man that she was conjuring up fantasies?
Jiang Yichun seemed just as surprised. After backing away and steadying himself, his eyes deepened, and his breathing became a bit faster. When Bai Ruozhu looked up, she finally realized that there were indeed small air holes in his mask. Due to the mask's dark color, unless you got close, you wouldn't notice them.
At this moment, the two were standing so close that Bai Ruozhu could see the mask's air holes as soon as she lifted her head. Her heart began to race uncontrollably, feeling as if his warm breath could sway on to her face at any moment. This, isn't it, a bit intimate?
