But why should she shave him?
Having no attempt to agree, Ji Nuan didn't take the razor but looked coldly at him. "Mo Jingshen, didn't you hear what I said just now?"
The man raised his eyebrows. "Help me with the foams first."
"Don't you have your own hands? This is a high-grade razor and won't cut you face. Just do it yourself!"
Mo Jingshen sighed with a smile. "Didn't you say you owed me? You little ingrate!"
Ji Nuan immediately rolled her eyes. If Mo Jingshen hadn't convinced her with this reason, she would have had never seen him again for the rest of her life.
She reluctantly raised her hand, took the razor from his hand, and decided to shave him, saying with a frown, "I don't know how to use it. Don't blame me if it cuts your face."
