Wu Jian removed the mask and stored it in his storage ring. Zhou Lihua took a moment to gaze upon his face, which had become much more handsome since they were children. His face still held traces of youth and likely would for many years to come since his cultivation was so high. She liked that. He would always be pleasing to her eyes now.
However…
“What are you hiding from me?” she asked.
“What makes you think I’m hiding something?” asked Wu Jian. His voice was calm, but his face betrayed him.
“You’re no longer used to showing your face, so you’re not very good at hiding your emotions.” Her eyes narrowed further. “And you’re hiding your neck.”
“Urk…”
“Show me.”
“Uh… why don’t I not…”
“Show me.”