He had long wanted to personally rip off her false mask and see the truth for himself.
He wanted to see if she was the person he was familiar with, or if not, who she could be. She always dodged and hid, fleeing at the sight of him.
Slap—
A crisp sound echoed as his hand was forcefully slapped away, and the woman's eyes revealed a ferocious intensity. The moment he touched her makeup, intending to tear off her mask, she reacted as if her fur had been blown back.
"Are you feeling guilty? Afraid that I'll see your true face?" Wei Shiran hooked his lips up, his eyes sharp, "Or could it be that I guessed right?"
His attractive, husky voice carried with it certainty, "Your real identity, you don't want me to recognize."
He spoke with absolute assurance.
He had already guessed, he was so smart, how could he not have guessed it?
As he spoke, he stubbornly lifted his hand again, trying to wipe off the makeup on her face.
