130 Prettier than spring

Winston confidently tapped the hand he was holding and said, "This time, I'll show you that I can protect my wife."

Even in the midst of the chaos, his face appeared bright and handsome.

With that face and confidence, I should be cheering on him, but I doubt that he can show me what he was proudly saying.

I always do the saving.

He didn't accomplish anything other than hurting me and laying me down on the bed.

Protecting me? In most cases, I save myself, and sometimes other people are always doing it.

He is always late, you know.

I am not complaining, though.

I love him.

I love his to-die-for body, his worth-national-treasure face, his gem-like eyes, his warm breath, his—actually, everything! Whether he is in his wolf form or humanoid form, he is always the best for me.

But I am not blind. I can still see his flaws or the things he's bad at.

I am just stating the fact that it's unlikely he can do what he was saying to me now.

He just came back from being dead. What's the more reckless