Leng Youchen closed his eyes. He was being quite well-behaved at this moment, with warm breaths spraying onto her neck, tickling her. She shrank her neck, and the man's voice sounded in her ear, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Wei Anning shook her head, pulling back her wandering thoughts, quickly finishing washing his face.
Thinking she was finally going to be freed, but unexpectedly the man handed her a bottle of toner, placing it in her hand, "Not done wiping your face yet."
Wei Anning: "..."
A man being so vain, she couldn't help but agree, "Skipping a day or two won't hurt."
"No, it will age quickly." His attitude was very firm. She is still so young, how could he grow old?
"..."
Helpless, Wei Anning had to open the toner, pour a little in her palm, then clasp her hands together. The man cooperatively bent down slightly, closed his eyes, waiting for her to rub the lotion.
This scene was exactly like Wei Chenchen, except one big and one small.
