"Sha…"
Feng Qing held the razor in one hand and gently supported Xie Jiuhan's chin with the other. The sharp razor slowly brushed past his face, and the stubble disappeared.
"Is it comfortable?" Feng Qing asked gently.
Xie Jiuhan did not say anything, he just laid on her thigh and nodded slightly.
"Then in the future, let me help you shave, alright?" Feng Qing continued asking.
Xie Jiuhan still nodded gently. At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly and quietly enjoyed the joy of shaving.
A moment later, Feng Qing put away the razor and wiped off the foam on his mouth with a clean towel. However, this was not the end. Feng Qing pressed her hands gently on Xie Jiuhan's shoulders and massaged them with her fingers.
Xie Jiuhan's brows twitched slightly, but he didn't stop Feng Qing. He knew very well that this was a massage.
