I was completely fascinated by her hazy eyes and couldn't leave her. Her long and narrow eyes seemed to be foggy, and I couldn't see into the depth.
I just kept staring at her like this. I didn't know when those girls went out, and they didn't hear the school bell. My reason told me that this was wrong. How could I look at a girl like this? However, I couldn't get out of the "blindfolded" trap she set.
"What are you looking at?" She suddenly said, her tone slightly impatient, her eyes looking disgusted as if she were looking at a pervert.