This time, before Gu Shaocheng could even blink, he heard her returning footsteps. He then felt Chenxing wiping his chin with a damp towel and applying what seemed to be shaving foam on it.
In that instant, his body tensed up involuntarily.
For many years now, no one had dared to bring any sharp object close to his face. Or put differently, he never allowed anything potentially life-threatening to go near his face.
Such alertness was instinctive.
It was instinct that made him watch her every move.
But when he felt her shaving his face with a razor, that alertness morphed unconsciously from wariness to tender love.
Yes, what he felt wasn't a threat. It was love.
Her actions came from the heart. The razor cautiously glided from inside to outside on his face. A task so delicate that one careless move could cut his face. His heart skipped a beat in that moment, and he relaxed his whole body.
