"I learned it after I met you," Leo explained.
"Why did you learn how to do this?" Zoey was suspicious. "It can't be... you have some sort of fetish, right?"
"What nonsense are you thinking?" Leo curved his finger and flicked her forehead. "I just wanted to put on makeup for you by myself."
"You?"
"Why? Am I not allowed to?" Leo's eyes darkened, and he pretended to be angry. "There are countless women who don't get this treatment despite wishing their husbands to do their makeup for them, yet you scorn this."
Zoey was rendered speechless and she said, "I'm worried that you'll turn me into a cross-dresser."
"Don't you trust me?" Leo flicked her forehead again and said, "I won't allow any skepticism toward my skills. I promise you I will turn you into a beautiful bride."
