Xingtian's eyes were dark and deep, quietly waiting for her reaction.
An Ruo was startled for a moment and uncertainly asked him, "You want me to take it off myself?"
"Mm, don't you want to see?" The man nodded.
For some reason, she felt that the face under the mask would surprise her.
She hesitated, unsure if she should remove his mask.
Xingtian pressed his lips together silently, waiting for her reaction. After a moment, An Ruo raised her hand, deciding to take off his mask.
Her hand slowly approached his face. Her fingertips touched the cold, hard mask, and her movement involuntarily paused.
But she didn't back down. The next second, she pinched his mask, ready to take it off, but Xingtian suddenly grabbed her hand, stopping her.
An Ruo looked at him in surprise, and the man said in a low voice, "Are you sure you want to see my face?"
She was puzzled, "Didn't you say there's nothing you can't show? Why, is there something on your face?"
