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I walked towards him fiercely and panted for a little while.

"What exactly would he have in his mind," I questioned at his reaction.

He didn't smile, or even move backward to show a little sign of fear or something related to that.

"I raised my hands gradually while still peering into his eyes, wrapped my hands around his dress, and made sure all the paint I had on my body was transferred to him "How do you feel?" I questioned when the moment I do what I had in my mind to do.

He looked at me and still didn't show any expression. I became worried and at the same time scared of what might be going through his mind.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch me without doing anything?" I propped.

At this point, my heart was beating, while my mind booming with differing thoughts.

His looks and expressions were making things worst for me, he wants to say anything and didn't even look as though angry.

I got tired of looking into his eyes and just turned my back on him.

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