Zizi's burning question

Zizi stiffened, too, as she realized her position. Her thumb lingered on his lip as their gazes locked onto each other. 

*Bathump bathump*

Her heart furiously beat in her chest as if she was running a marathon. 

Ah, ah! Too close, too close! I-I am even touching his lips! 

She gulped. She wanted to withdraw her hand but she couldn't get the timing right. The softness of his lips was so mesmerizing that she wished to stay like that forever. All sorts of inexplicable R-18 scenes rushed into her mind.

Yunru lowered his orbs to see her finger on his lip and he suddenly felt as if he couldn't move. It wasn't just the touch but up so close, he saw her fair neckline and collarbone that made his brows twitch for some reason.

He looked up to take a glance at her.

"..."

"Wipe that drool off your face, Princess. I feel attacked."

She jolted and quickly pulled back. Her cheeks turned crimson. "W-what do you mean by attacked?"