"Belly Dance"
"T-thank you, b-boss." Lai Jiayi approached Zhao Yang while still trembling.
[Yaya, will this be counted as kissing his cheek?] she asked for the second time as she came closer to the young man.
[It's an indirect kiss, but it's still a kiss, quack!] Yaya nodded. [So I think it will be counted, quack?]
Hearing this, Lai Jiayi sighed in relief and stopped right next to the guy sitting on the floor. Zhao Yang glanced at Lai Jiayi and closed his eyes.
"Take your time, " he murmured faintly.
Lai Jiayi nodded and slowly brought her face closer to Zhao Yang's cheek.
BA-THUMP. BA-THUMP.
Her heart pumped fast. Cold sweat started to drench her palms as the view of Zhao Yang's fine side face came closer to the girl's eyes.
'Ugh, he is wearing a transparent barrier, yet I still feel like there is no barrier around?'
Lai Jiayi shut her eyes tight as her lips inched closer to Zhao Yang's cheek.
CUP.