His face was against hers, and she suddenly froze for a moment, reaching out with both hands to hang onto his neck, then climbed into his arms, her small hands tracing the mask on his face, gazing tenderly into his eyes: "Husband, can I take a look?"
It had been more than a month since they returned from the Lonely Island, and the life of the three had become very harmonious. The two were deeply in love, and she hoped he would take off his mask and be honest with her.
His bright black eyes stared into hers. After a while, he gently grasped her small hand and slowly took it down.
"No, babe..."
"Husband, you've seen my ugliest side, why won't you show me your wounded side? I won't dislike it, nor will I mind. I'll find a way to help you!"
He chuckled softly, rubbing against her rosy lips for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "Babe, this is a man's confidence! You only need to see my best side, as for the rest, you don't need to know."
