"Rub your palms together."
The man complied, asking, "And then?"
"Apply it to my face."
Quan Hanting brought his hands closer, and as the distance between them grew shorter, his heart began to race.
Indeed, the woman's face felt just as soft and smooth as he had imagined, a stark contrast to his calloused hands. It seemed as though with just a little pressure, he could break through her delicate skin.
From Shen Wan's perspective, she had a perfect view of the man's exquisite face and his intensely focused expression. It was as if he wasn't washing her face but accomplishing some extraordinary feat.
She couldn't help but smile, her gaze fixed on him, completely unabashed.
Quan Hanting suddenly felt nervous. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No."
"Then why are you laughing?"
"Because of you."
Why are you laughing?
I'm laughing at you.
"What's so funny?"
