"You're overthinking it." Kane tried to remove his hand.
At that moment, Jace smoothly lifted his hand, hooked his finger, and adjusted the black mask on the girl's chin, then helped her put it on properly.
Jace spoke nonchalantly, "Covering up looks better."
Kane: "..."
Wearing a mask in summer is suffocating.
She pulled the mask down, "It's hot."
Jace clicked his tongue, "Aren't you a celebrity? Aren't you afraid of being recognized?"
"I'm not that popular," Kane replied flatly.
The beach is pretty dark at night, no worries.
"Are you going to wear it?" Jace looked at her.
There was a hint of threat in his tone. Kane, who had a rebellious streak, didn't like being threatened, "Mind your own business, I'm not wearing it."
Kane was being fairly kind toward Jace.
Because he had helped her before.
Kane wasn't particularly patient, considering her temperament, would she care about other men?
