Leng Youchen's thin lips curved slightly as he turned to pick up her casual home attire, personally helping her dress, naturally taking the opportunity to tease her along the way. By the time they got out of bed, half an hour had passed.
Leng Youchen went to the bathroom to shave. These days, he had been too busy searching for evidence and was quite unkempt, with a blue stubble growing on his cheeks. His originally handsome features now carried a rugged charm.
Wei Anning followed into the bathroom, standing beside him and watching as he took out the razor. Her eyes sparkled, "Leng Youchen, you still look handsome like this, a bit of a rugged charm. How about you don't shave for a few days and let me admire it?"
Leng Youchen looked at her mischievous reflection in the mirror and hinted, "Even with my beard shaved, I'm still hard."
The meaning of his words took a moment to register in Wei Anning's mind, understanding the implication of "hard." Her cheeks flushed, "You old rascal."
