Damian Sinclair also looked back at her with an expressionless face.
Those who understood the situation knew he was playing a game, but those who didn't might have thought he was about to hit someone.
Bella Acker's hands on her lap had clenched into fists, her palms slick with sweat from tension.
Everyone else craned their necks to watch the show, their faces full of teasing smiles.
Bella Acker pressed her lips together and took a deep breath, finally stepping forward slowly.
She was so nervous that she subconsciously held her breath. The closer she got to his face, the redder her face became.
Bella Acker carefully parted her lips and leaned in to bite the small piece of tissue on Damian Sinclair's mouth.
Their lips were getting closer and closer. Bella Acker kept her eyes on the tissue on his lips and suddenly noticed it had been pursed inside by him, with even the tiniest edge disappearing.
