“What?”

Garaine flinched. Subconsciously, she touched her face only to feel her mask. She heaved a sigh of relief as her cover didn’t blow.

“Why are you covering your face like that?” Weylin frowned, narrowing his eyes. “Take that annoying mask off your face first. I cannot see your beautiful face.”

He reached his hand out to take her mask off when she leaned back, making it impossible for him to touch her mask.

“What are you doing, young master?!” Garaine exclaimed. “God! He is so out of it”.