Lu Shaoming sat on the long bench in the washroom, and Ning Qing stood on her tiptoes to help him shave his moustache.
It was the first time that Ning Qing was helping a man shave. She put shaving cream on him, lathered up some white foam, and used her small hand to hold the razor to help him shave his moustache.
Her small and gentle hand lifted his strong jaw up and turned his face sideways. She took a long time to start, and her hands were shaking.
"What are you doing? Don't waste time." Lu Shaoming gave her a pat on her small butt to hurry her up.
"I am a little afraid; will I draw blood?"
"You won't. Do it casually." Lu Shaoming held onto her small hand and guided her to shave his face lightly.
