"You know..." The security guard had just started to reach for the campus card to make a comparison but stopped, seemingly wanting instead to continue to lift Zhang Yanhang's anti-poison mask.
"If you're willing to peel back the layers of my heart like an onion, you will find..."
Zhang Yanhang had barely sung one line before finding himself unable to continue, because he saw a hint of embarassment on the weathered face of the old security guard (which was actually the fear a middle-aged man has for his wife). Honestly, it was rather disgusting, so Zhang Yanhang silently stopped his singing.
With no expression on his face, Zhang Yanhang took off his helmet and then his anti-poison mask, "Is it okay now?"
The security guard looked again, but only saw a black head covering that made him look almost like a bank robber with just his eyes and mouth barely visible, "You know..."
