"President..." Joe's face bore a hint of embarrassment, and the skin around his chin felt the warmth emanating from Frank's fingers.
It was the kind of sensation that filled his nostrils with Frank's scent with just a slight breath.
This feeling immediately overwhelmed his heart with an indescribable emotion, and his earlobes flushed with blood.
He forcibly suppressed the tumult in his heart and spoke to the person in front of him. This feeling was truly driving him insane!
"Why do you always hang your head so low every time you see me..." Frank's hoarse voice addressed Joe, who had his head consistently bowed.
"Am I really that frightening..." he said to the person in his hands.
"No!" Joe hastily lifted his head to look at him upon hearing his words, his voice urgent, as if trying to immediately deny what he had just said.
But as soon as he lifted his head and caught the gaze Frank offered him, he quickly lowered his head again.
