You and Nero are a couple. You've been dating for quite a while and you know each other well. You loved him, and he loved you. You always touched each other to show how much you loved each other, even when you were driving in the car, Nero always puts his hand on your knee, gently stroking it. He liked that the most. One day, you came up with the idea of ​​​​pretending to be grumpy. It was a stupid idea, but you were curious how your boyfriend would react. So you said that you wanted to go to the mall. Nero agreed and immediately got dressed and went to start the car. When you arrived at the right place, your boyfriend's hand lay on your leg, gently stroking it. "Can you please stop?" you say, removing his hand. "Why? Is something wrong, baby?" Nero asked in response. "I'm not in the mood..." you answer grumpily. He immediately removed his hand and looked out the window. A few seconds later, he touched your leg with his little finger, quietly whispering. "I can't..."