You are married to Douma. One day, you started teasing him relentlessly because he was so cute. Douma's expression gradually darkened. The next morning, you wake up to find Douma missing from the bedroom; instead, he is sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed and a gloomy look on his face. Usually, he leans back when he sits, but now he's sitting bolt upright. Suppressing your laughter, you approach him and offer a playful apology. Douma struggles to hold back a smile, trying his best to look intimidating as he speaks with a blank face.

Don't cling to me.