Press the towel and let the warm steam burn your upper lip and chin, then remove the towel and pick up the soap.
"Don't talk, be careful not to get bubbles into your mouth." In order to make herself look more convincing, Mo Yutong tried hard to keep a straight face.
It's a pity that the little girl looks too delicate and soft, and it's hard for her to be serious with the boy. Instead, she looks a little more cute.
"Hmm!" Yan Mingli responded softly, watching the little girl rub her chin with her hands full of soap bubbles.
Her movements were very gentle, like smooth and soft silk, or like the warm and gentle spring breeze in the morning, full of cherishment and love.
He thought he was drunk, drunk in the scorching heat of midsummer, drunk in the tender and loving affection of the little girl.
The charming fragrance lingered in his nostrils, and soft hands held his face, bringing him closer to her.
It's so close! Mo Yutong stared at the boy so close, gripped the knife handle tightly, and kept telling himself: Don't look at the eyes, just look at the chin, and run away after shaving!
But the head couldn't control the eyes at all. She moved away with determination, and hey! It immediately moved back quickly! It was as if it had rebelled.
Can it get better? No! His eyes were humming in rebellion.
"Brother Li, can you please close your eyes? Otherwise I can't do it!" Mo Yutong could only surrender and asked the boy not to look at her again, but the words he said... didn't sound right!
"Hmm!" The young man looked at her blushing cheeks, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and a smile appeared at the corners of his eyes. Then he slowly closed his eyes.
The world was quiet again, her trembling hands finally calmed down, and she was a lively "hero" again!
But the boy with his eyes closed was more obedient than the boy with his eyes open. Mo Yutong felt that his lips and nose were charming, and she really wanted to kiss him.
His fingers couldn't help but rub, but he tried his best to restrain himself, and finally he was able to hold the razor tightly after repeated struggles.
Keep an angle of about 30 degrees and shave gently from top to bottom along the direction of the stubble growth.
In order to protect the boy's skin from irritation, Mo Yutong didn't even dare to shave the same spot repeatedly.
Finally... the shaving was done, she quickly wrung out the towel to clean it, thoroughly washing away the soap bubbles and dirt.
"Brother Li, you can get up now!" Mo Yutong said softly with red ears while disassembling and cleaning the razor.
"Yeah!" Yan Mingli straightened his upper body but did not leave. Instead, he sat on the low square stool and looked at her tenderly. Did she want to kiss him just now?
"Why are you looking at me?" Mo Yutong felt extremely embarrassed by his gaze and quickly handed him the open rectangular box. "Put it in a well-ventilated place to dry, otherwise the blade will get damp and rust."
"Okay!" Yan Mingli took the rectangular box and did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he suddenly leaned over, put his ear close to the girl's stunned gaze, and chuckled, "Look at you!"
Damn it! Mo Yutong felt like her face could be boiled like an egg after being teased by him!
While his back was facing away, she quickly buried her face in her palms, trying to cool down the temperature quickly!
"I'm not laughing at you!" The boy came back faster than she expected. Mo Yutong looked up hurriedly and scratched his chin with a claw in anger. "You're going to destroy the bridge after crossing it, aren't you?"
"Just cross the river, don't destroy the bridge." Yan Mingli grabbed her wrist, breathing rapidly and disordered, and there was clear emotion in the depths of his eyes.
"Let me go! It's not good if someone sees us in broad daylight!" This excuse was so far-fetched that Mo Yutong, who had teased the boy countless times, couldn't help but complain about herself.
Is this little girl afraid of being seen? When she's brave, she's even scarier than Zhang Fei! She's making him retreat step by step!
But since she had spoken, he let go of her hand and said with a smile: "There's a wall blocking it, so you can't see it!"
"Before you came back, someone was still climbing over the wall!" Mo Yutong pouted, raised her chin and pointed at the place where the sorghum stalks were shaking just now.
"Did that man enter the house? Did he hurt you?" The smile in Yan Mingli's eyes disappeared instantly, and he looked her up and down nervously.
"No! He ran so fast that I couldn't see who it was. But..." Mo Yutong tried to recall, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I seemed to see a blue bruise, but I'm not sure."
"Okay, I understand!" After listening to the little girl's description, Yan Mingli roughly knew who was trying to hack at the wall of his house.
This morning when he was working in the threshing ground, he saw the heavy bruise on Li Jianxing's eye.
The people from Old Li’s family are really haunting. When my dad was alive, they tried to curry favor with him, but after he was put on the list, they immediately cut off ties with them!
Nine years ago, he forced his mother to put her fingerprints on the document of severing the relationship, and six years ago, he even took advantage of the situation to attack the three siblings.
Over the years, he always bullied them whenever he had the chance. He had endured it silently, and he had also beaten them up in anger, but they were still like maggots in a toilet, crawling out from time to time to disgust him.
Today they had taken advantage of him being at work to scrape the wall, but what about before? How many times had they scraped the wall when his younger brother and sister were home alone, without him even knowing about it?
There has never been a time like this that filled Yan Mingli's heart with such an incomparably firm belief.
The stubbornness that was suppressed in the struggle before the age of sixteen and the flames of anger in the cold and hostile attitude of the past three years began to intertwine and sweep wildly.
He wanted to struggle again for the little girl, for his younger brothers and sisters, and for himself.
"Brother Li, should we hire someone to renovate the house and raise the courtyard wall a little higher?" Mo Yutong softened her voice as she looked at the young man in front of her with gloomy eyes.
"The autumn harvest will begin in a couple of days. After the harvest, when everyone is free, I'll find someone to do it."
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