She walked to his side, picked up the razor, and gently pressed it against the well-defined angle of his jaw, slowly moving it along.
Soon, the scent of the shaving cream mixed with his body odor filled her nostrils.
Che Huan leaned into his embrace, just quietly watching him, feeling an illusion of everlasting time.
Originally worried that her mother and aunt might suspect something else, she now had completely abandoned that concern. What if they did think something?
After all, they were bound to be together eventually. Thinking of the next month, she suddenly felt the days becoming hard to bear.
Having been told that the little one had been up half the night instructing her, she felt somewhat sleepy; yet, paradoxically, she grew more awake in his arms.
After watching him for a while, her gaze landed on the coffee table and noticed the red invitation. She reached out, hesitated for a moment as she thought about opening it, but eventually put it down.
