Sang Qiao didn't need to turn her head to know how dark the man's expression was now, she chuckled lightly, "I'll help you shave, let's go."
"Okay," Si Chenli finally sat up and got out of bed first, waiting for her by the bedside.
The two walked one after the other into the bathroom.
Sang Qiao had never shaved anyone else before, and looking at the razor and a bottle of spray, she awkwardly sprayed around Si Chenli's lips.
After the dense white foam covered his face, Sang Qiao reached out to spread it evenly before she carefully started shaving with the razor.
She struggled for a while, only to find that although the foam was scraped off, the tiny and unnoticeable stubbles seemed unchanged. Was her technique wrong?
"Use a bit more force," Si Chenli, noticing her inexperienced movements, took her hand and gently guided her to shave himself.
"Oh, okay," Sang Qiao's hand was completely controlled, needing no effort on her part, as Si Chenli's large hand led hers.
