He scrunched his brow and tilted his head, puzzledly looking at her. What exactly did she mean by kissing her here?
"Kiss me here?" He repeated, and she inquired, "Were not you going to kiss me?" Only for him to smile and pick up the chirp in her hand before inserting it into her right ear.
"Your imagination is wilder than your personality," he remarked, releasing her hand and shaking his head at her delusions.
Embarrassed, her cheeks turned red, and she touched her face to keep him from noticing her embarrassed blush. Tapping her forehead, she began mumbling incoherent words, which drew Elias' attention, who knew what was wrong.