Chapter 50 I Can't Do This Anymore

Although the cream-colored sofa I sat on was cozy, my body tensed up. Since I was young, my father frequently blow-dried my hair for me. It felt homely, and I was happy whenever he did. But now… I felt very edgy. Whenever Evan's slender fingers accidentally stroked the back of my neck, I had the feeling that the hair dryer was emitting shockwaves instead of air. It felt tingly and itchy, so much so that I sat upright and dared not even budge. When he was finally done, a dance song started playing on his laptop. Suddenly, he pulled me up from the sofa and struck a dance pose. He knew how to dance too! And he wanted to dance with me in the room! I was stupefied. "Focus." Evan narrowed his eyes. I could sense his cool gaze slowly trailing down my face from my eyes and eventually falling on my lips again. How could he be so terrible? He was even threatening me to dance properly. I could dance with Joel at ease, but I couldn't do the same with Evan when we were alone in the room on a