Jin Nian rolled her eyes at him and threw the powder puff at his face. Lu An took it and rubbed it in his palm a few times before smiling. Those who did not know what was going on would probably think that they were an old couple who had been married for many years.
After brushing his teeth, Lu An began to shave. He was wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt, revealing his entire tattoo sleeve. He lifted his chin slightly, and his well-defined hand started to take away the white foam on his chiseled jawline.
The morning sun shone in through the window, and a few rays fell on his face, making his skin look fragile. His entire person was crystal clear and harmless.
