I looked at myself in the mirror. He looked at me with faze, he smiled and said,

"Beautiful... Just like a scarlet rose filled in a garden with wilted flowers...."

This time I didn't look down. I smirked as I put a hand in my waist, I felt kinda used to his comments and said,

"That's it?"

"Oh... you want more?" He smirked and pulled me close to him. He leans in and said in a low tone,

"Oh, love ~ I can even show you more..." Okay, I lost.

I blushed and looked down. He smiled as we left. Ever since that, his action is sometimes filled with affection...