"Wait..." Su Zimai suddenly stopped Black Cocoon, who was about to remove his mask.
"Uh... at this point, what do you still want to do?"
Black Cocoon's just-raised right hand was still pressed against the top of the mask. He looked up, gazing helplessly at Su Zimai through the eye sockets.
"I'll take it off myself," Su Zimai said softly, staring at him. "Otherwise, I don't know what you're planning to do." With that, she suddenly stood up from her seat.
"Haha... should I put it back on so you can feel more ceremonial?"
Black Cocoon shrugged, his tone as if he were playing with a three-year-old child.
"Whatever." Su Zimai whispered.
"Alright. As expected of our Diaper Demon, still so domineering, making the whole world revolve around you."
Black Cocoon shook his head in resignation, then put the mask back on and pressed the fastening button on his ear, making the mask fit snugly against his cheek.
He closed his eyes and gestured with the restraint belt for her to come over.
