"Then I don't mind seeing you like that. I mean, I don't know what to expect, but I think it will be fine since it's you," she said.
"Is that so?"
"Hmm, you're my husband after all. I should not be scared of you."
"Should not be? But are you scared of me?"
"Not really. I mean, not usually. Just sometimes, I flinch..."
"Why? Am I scary?" I asked.
"It's not that, you know. I just... I don't know. You're so cute all the time, but when you're angry, you kinda look dangerous," she muttered.
'Cute again? Where did she even get the idea?'
"By the way, did you eat?" she asked.
"You don't have to..."
"You didn't, right? Eat."
"I will eat later. You can go to sleep again if you want to. You don't look like you can stay awake for a while more," I said and tapped on her nose. Her nose was so cute that I always wanted to touch it.
