Leng Zhiyuan seemed to be very satisfied. It seemed that when she was not around, his private life was very clean.
She stood before the sink, and she stretched her hand out to take a tazor. This was probably used to shave his moustache, right?
He really should shave his moustache.
She was curious as she examined the razor.
At this moment, a familiar chest pressed against her. She was firmly taken into his embrace. The man used strength to press down on her to kiss her as he smiled and said, "Why, do you want to shave my moustache?"
She used her hand to push his handsome face away, and she pretended to be displeased as she said, "You are not allowed to kiss me!"
Zhou Yao forced his way and nudged her face. As he nudged her, he laughed and said, "You are already mine now. Can't I even give you a kiss? If you continue to be coy, you will suffer tonight!"
