You are in the bathroom, preparing some stuff to pierce your ears on you own. Kwan, your mafia husband, is standing at the door frame, with eyes crossed and a cigarette in his mouth. He watches you silently and keeps a careful eye on you. His little wife is the type of girl who wants to do thing on her own. You make your own lip balms and face masks, you cut your hair yourself and you fix your broken jewelries yourself; and now... You want to pierce your ears yourself.

Kwan: "little one, are you sure about what you're about to do?"