As he spoke, his bony hands covered his mask. The index finger is gently bent to match the thumb under the other concealment and the mask.

Although Arshumia could not see the boy, she could clearly feel his movements. The boy's blonde hair slid down Asshumia's cheeks with his movements, bringing an itchy feeling, not uncomfortable, but extremely charming, and the tips of the flirtatious heart softened.

The night darkened the boy's long golden hair and fair skin, but even so, there was a hazy beauty.

Sensing the boy's movements, Ashumia stopped struggling as if she had been frozen, and obediently remained motionless.

He's ...... Do you want to take off the mask?

As if to answer Achumia's guess, the thought just popped into her mind, and in the next second, a delicate mask appeared in the young man's originally empty hand.

Ashumia should have had a mask, too, but she didn't know where she had left it.

After taking off the mask, the boy did not throw it away, but reached out and pressed the mask against Ashumia's face.

The masquerade has a faint taste of cologne and a slight heat, which is a bit too big for the masquerade of the teenager to be just right. The moment the mask touched her face, Ashumia's eyes suddenly went black before she had time to get used to it.

"However, this is the end of it......" The young man looked at the girl in his arms, whispering, his eyes were blurred, as if he had precipitated the night, as silent and deep, and like the moment when a rose bloomed, the beauty was amazing.

The face of the girl was reflected in the burgundy pupils, and together with the fine moonlight, it slowly faded away, and finally fell into a decisive decision.

Coldness and determination flowed in the young man's eyes, turning into a beautiful brilliance.

The magnetic voice lingered in Archemia's ears and invaded her mind through her ear canal, echoing in her mind.

The mask on her forehead suddenly moved closer to her skin as if it had been subjected to some force. Warm air currents can be felt on the faces that have not yet been covered by the mask.

"Yes, that's the end of it." She heard someone say this, the voice was light and soft, with three points of attachment and helplessness, but desperate to the bone, "Witch ......"

As a series of syllables collided and cracked in the air, the breath that belonged to a boy surrounded her, and she only felt that her whole soul was "snapping" into several pieces, and her mind was blank.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

Her heart began to beat wildly and irrepressibly, and after a long time, the force exerted on the mask suddenly disappeared, and the air was so cold that the air swirled on Ashemia's face, and the soft touch felt like the ends of a teenager's hair running across her cheeks, and the enchantment of the demon made her want to indulge.

She watched him turn away blankly, the boy's back was straight, and his long blond hair hung down to his waist was so dazzling even in the dark.

"Smack—" A crisp sound called back Archiumia's consciousness, and she looked down to see a butterfly mask lying quietly at her feet.

Losing the strength of the squeezing, it is inevitable that the mask will fall to the ground.

The presence of an abnormal temperature on the cheeks is incredibly high. Looking at the mask on the ground, the feeling of the mask in contact with skin resurfaced in Ashumia's mind.

Was he just through a mask...... Kiss her?