C813 A Premature Child(2)

With that, the little guy hugged his head and pecked on his black and white mask without saying a word.

Even though it was kissing on the mask, the masked ghost seemed to be still not used to it. Layers of strange light flashed in his eyes, as if there was some panic.

"What's wrong? Uncle Mask, don't you like me kissing you?" The little guy looked at him innocently