Chapter 123 Shaving

Author: Qianchun Mountain

Chapter 123 Shaving

Just now, the room was pitch black and there was nothing to see. At this moment, the lights were lit, and Xie Zhiyun realized that the Wei Ji's face was covered with stubble.

His face was already brilliant, and now he had a green stubble, which changed his temperament and became more rough and tough.

Seeing that her eyes were still on her stubble, Wei Ji couldn't help but hold her hand and touch her face.

When he was kissing, Xie Zhiyun was a little too intoxicated by various reasons, so he didn't notice his stubble. Now when he touched it with his hands, he found that his stubble was quite hard and a little thorny.

She was about to pull her hand back and didn't want to touch it anymore.

"How can my wife dislike me?" Wei Ji pretended to be wronged again.

Xie Zhijun photographed him and said angrily: "I've been struggling in the middle of the night, you're not sleepy, so take a break sooner."

She said, without calling someone to serve her, and pointed to the kettle on the tea stove outside: "Wash your face by yourself."

The charcoal fire in the tea stove has long been extinguished, and there is still some residual heat left, so the water in the kettle will not completely cool down.

Wei Ji was really tired too.

He quickly washed up, changed into bed clothes, and then returned to the bedroom.

“The lights are out?”

Xie Zhijun nodded. She had spread the bedding of the guard halberd and everything was ready.

Wei Ji looked at her like a smile, blew and sucked the candlelight very decisively, and then went straight to bed.

He lay on the bed, reached out and carried Xie Zhijun into his arms, and took a deep breath between her neck.

"Madam, I miss you so much for my husband."

At this moment, there was darkness in the house, and Xie Zhijun could blush without hesitation.

She didn't say anything, and she was rarely obediently and let him hold her.

Wei Ji hugged her for a while before lowering her head and finding Xie Zhiyun's lips again.

In the lonely night, nothing seemed to happen in the quiet bedroom, and nothing seemed to have happened.

When Xie Zhiyun was kissed by him, Wei Ji asked, "Madam, don't drive me away from now on?"

Xie Zhiyun nodded subconsciously: "Okay."

After the breathing calmed down, the two of them separated slightly, and Xie Zhiyun's rationality gradually recovered, she reached out and pinched Wei Ji's arm.

He also carefully avoided his wounds.

"You will coax me."

Just as she agreed to share the same bed in the future, the guards would definitely be more and more aggressive, allowing her defense to retreat step by step, and allowing her to agree to those annoying requests little by little.

Xie Zhiyun doesn't hate it.

But she still had to blush and scold him with a stubborn voice.

“It’s really bad.”

Wei Ji laughed loudly, the laughter in his chest vibrated, and Xie Zhiyun also laughed.

"Yes, I'm just bad, I like to be bad to you."

Xie Zhiyun patted him again and said, "Go to bed quickly, why do you talk so much?"

Wei Ji turned over and hugged her in his arms, finally feeling comfortable.

"Go to sleep."

The two of them closed their eyes together. Xie Zhiyun waited until Wei Ji's breathing was stable before whispering: "I miss you too, so you can come back safely."

The darkness covered her eyes, and the light was gone. She did not see the corners of her lips gradually raised. She only felt his hand on her back getting tighter and tighter, and finally hugged her tightly in her arms.

Xie Zhijun closed his eyes and fell asleep with a smile.

The next morning, Xie Zhiyun got up late. When she opened her eyes slowly, she found that Wei Ji was smiling at her.

It felt like the whole night that the stubble on his face became more and more messy.

Like a savage.

Wei Ji was about to say something when he saw his wife frowning and said to him: "Get up quickly, I'll clean your face."

So the two of them got up and washed up. Wei Ji ran around for days, and even he couldn't bear it. He got up early and called Shui Muhua.

Xie Zhiyun was afraid that he would be too hungry to get up early and bathe, so he asked the kitchen to serve two bowls of noodles first. The two of them finished eating, and the Wei Ji went to take a shower. Xie Zhiyun prepared the blade.

She had never done face-cleaning before, and was a little scared when she looked at the thin blade. After entering the bathroom, she sat next to the guard and didn't say anything.

The Wei Ji was lying in the bathtub, and the warm water slid down from his tight chest and disappeared in the hot water.

As he breathed, the strong and beautiful wheat-colored chest was up and down, as if he had put a small brush on Xie Zhiyun's heart, constantly tickling her heart.

Beauty misleads people, beauty misleads people.

Xie Zhiyun didn't dare to look at him anymore.

Wei Ji smiled softly and said, "Madam, I'm ready, aren't you going to shave me?"

Xie Zhijun was silent for a moment, took a deep breath before looking up at him.

Wei Ji had a lot of stubble on his face, spreading from his chin to his sideburns. With this layer of stubble, he looked a little more wild, and his whole body was filled with a sensation.

Strong spirit.

Xie Zhijun reached out and touched his face, and finally retreated: "I don't know."

Wei Ji coughed lightly and laughed again.

"It's okay, Madam can learn it," Wei Ji seduced her, "Madam is so smart, she will definitely learn it once."

Xie Zhijun raised his eyes and glanced at him. Seeing that he was serious, he was no longer so scared.

"That's fine," Xie Zhijun was very decisive. "Anyway, it's your face. If it's ruined, I'm not responsible."

She joked with him, but Wei Ji also laughed and said, "Anyway, everyone has given him a responsibility. I don't care whether the wife is responsible."

Xie Zhijun couldn't help laughing.

She patted him, told him not to slap the water, wet the bandage on his arms, and then took a dry towel and wrapped his wet hair.

Wei Ji let her do her work.

Not annoying at all, and even enjoy it a little.

Xie Zhijun moved a stool and sat next to the bathtub, gave Wei Ji another towel, and asked him to hold it under his chin, then took the ointment and gently applied it to his chin.

She looked very serious and serious, and she looked like this no matter what she did.

Wei Ji looked at her, her eyes as gentle as the sea.

That tenderness and affection almost overwhelms people.

Xie Zhiyun didn't look at his eyes. When the ointment made the moist, Xie Zhiyun took the small thin blade and gestured twice in front of his chin.

"Not afraid," Wei Ji held her wrist and calmed her down, "just follow the outline of her cheeks and stroke it down, and use force left and right, not forward and backward."

"Madam, I have a thick skin and a thick flesh. Even if I cut it, it will be fine. It will be fine soon."

Xie Zhijun glanced at him and said, "Don't talk to me."

Wei Ji immediately let go of his hand, held the towel honestly, waiting for her to move.

To facilitate movement, Xie Zhiyun only wore a narrow-sleeved bedding, with her cuffs tightly zipped, revealing only a small piece of thin wrist.

Slim, thin, and seem to be a little weak.

But her person has nothing to do with her appearance, and it seems that the only thing she is afraid of in life is thunder.

She always moves forward.
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