"If you don't come home at night, you deserve a beating!"

He didn't hit it, so he retracted his hand.

Zhiyun looked up at him.

Seeing him staring at her with a look of grievance, Zhiyun felt like a Hedong Lion, bullying him.

Zhiyun: "You back off! You are treacherous!"

Han Qingrang suppressed his smile and said in a clear voice, "Zhizhi, be gentle, it hurts."

Zhiyun: “…”!

…

Zhiyun was not tall enough, let alone standing in front of Han Qingrang.

He leaned over, and Zhiyun squeezed out shaving foam and smeared it on his chin, covering a circle around his mouth. Zhiyun's movements were delicate, and she only used one finger to smear it back and forth on his chin, afraid to get it all over her hands.

Shaving foam is essential for shaving and helps soften hair.

"Are you tired of bending over all the time?" she asked.

"Not tired," he said.

Zhiyun laughed happily, "How about I go get a stool and stand on it. It will be convenient for me and you too."

"No need to bother."

"Um?"

As soon as she said "hmm", Han Qingrang's hand fell on her waist, wrapped around her waist and lifted her up.

“Eh—”

A cry of surprise came from Zhiyun's mouth.

The next second, Zhiyun felt that her body was suspended in the air for a moment, and then she was sitting on the sink with a mirror behind her.

This posture...

"It's okay now, baby." There was a deep smile in his eyes and he called her baby again.

Even though there is a circle of white foam around his mouth, it does not affect his handsomeness at all, but adds another kind of sexiness, which is really irresistible.

This man would look good even with a sackcloth bag on!

Zhiyun mentioned the details he had just mentioned: "Although your movements were overbearing, when you lifted me up, your hands were very gentle and cautious."

"Well," he said in a clear voice, "I want to protect the baby."

This baby is not that baby.

Of course Zhiyun didn't understand and had no idea that there was already a small bean sprout in her stomach that was slowly beginning to develop.

Blinking at him, Zhiyun wiped the shaving foam on his chin with her index finger and rubbed it on the tip of his nose: "It seems that no matter how I mess with you, you are still very handsome."

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and the shaving foam rubbed smoothly onto her face.

Zhiyun's face darkened: "Han Qingrang!"

"Um."

"You're abominable."

"Baby, it's okay."

Is that ok?

Zhiyun didn't respond for a moment, "What's okay?"

He said, “You can shave it now.”

Zhiyun touched his chin and it seemed to be okay.

Picking up the razor, before Zhiyun started shaving, he suddenly said, "Baby, this isn't the first time you've shaved me, is it?"

Zhiyun: “…”

Her reaction was quite calm, and she responded with a "Hmm" as she scraped.

"Baby."

"Um."

"Baby, aren't you going to ask me where I went last night?"

"You will tell me what you want to say."

"Baby."

"I'm here, don't talk. I might give you a cut. Don't blame me if you bleed."

He closed his mouth and said nothing.

Zhiyun's technique was very quick because she had shaved Han Qingrang several times before, and even though it was her first time shaving Han Qingrang, she completed it very smoothly.

After shaving it clean in a few strokes, Zhiyun wiped his chin with a towel and then kissed him on the chin, "You can speak now."

As for what to say, he knew it very well.

"What does the baby want to hear?" he asked her.

Zhiyun replied: "I will listen to whatever you say."