"Flora."
Flora Bloom looked at Lex Cross's increasingly deep eyes. The heat from his palm on her wrist was terrifyingly hot.
"Um, I was just curious what a man's chest muscles feel like. I... I didn't mean anything by it!"
As she spoke, she tried to pull her wrist away.
After hearing Lex Cross's soft chuckle, her hand was pressed against a certain someone's chest again. And that certain someone's gaze swept over her own chest.
"Hm, it does seem like you're curious about how others feel."
When Flora Bloom realized what Lex Cross meant, her face flushed red in an instant. She glared at his faint smile, annoyed. "What do you mean by that! Are you saying I'm small?"
The smile on Lex Cross's lips widened. "It's fine. It's enough that I have them."
"You!"
