Even if we had differing opinions and argued about something, he would always be the first to apologize.
He even accompanied my dad on fishing trips and helped my mom choose which outfit suited her best.
At that moment, a hint of doubt crept into my mind: Could there really be such a perfect man in the world, and that he had crossed paths with someone as ordinary as me?
Felix murmured, "Baby, did I upset you somehow?"
I had anticipated this question and took the opportunity to test him.
I sighed deeply and looked at him with a serious expression.
"A friend told me yesterday that she was beaten by her husband and ended up in the hospital. Felix, you're so good, but after we get married, you won't hit me, will you? I'm a little scared. No wonder so many girls choose not to get married."
Felix's expression hesitated for a moment. He touched his nose and then caressed my face, laughing awkwardly.
"Silly girl, why are you thinking such nonsense? You know what kind of person I am, don't you?"
During my college years, I took a psychology course and knew that when people were feeling guilty, they would scratch their ears, touch their foreheads or noses, or fidget with their feet.