After he took off the towel, he picked up the badger hair brush, dipped it in mint-flavored shaving cream, and slowly and methodically rubbed circles on his jaw, quickly creating a layer of fine foam.
"Come." He sat in front of the dressing table, looked up at her with an indulgent smile in his eyes.
Zheng Wanqing took a deep breath, stood between his knees, and leaned down slightly. She gently held his chin with one hand and held the razor with the other hand, carefully touching his skin.
Xie Yun's Adam's apple rolled slightly under her movements.
As the blade slowly scraped across his jaw, Zheng Wanqing held his breath unconsciously, his eyes fixed on the razor in his hand, fearing that a shake of his hand would leave a bloody mark on his face.
"Relax." Xie Yun raised his hand and covered her waist. The warmth of his palm came through the thin pajamas. "It will only be a disfigurement at most. I don't care about that."
Zheng Wanqing lowered her eyes and saw that he had his eyes half closed with a lazy look on his face. At this moment, he was no longer a warlord on the battlefield fighting between life and death, but just her beloved husband.
Her heart warmed up, and her hands gradually became steady. The blade moved steadily along his angular jaw, shaving off the blue stubble.
Xie Yun's blade would occasionally tremble slightly, but he would always gaze at her with smiling eyes, as if this was the most enjoyable thing he could do.
"It's over..." As the last bit of white foam slid down from the jaw line, Zheng Wanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense shoulders also relaxed.
She was about to turn around to get a towel, but Xie Yun grabbed her wrist and pulled her to sit on his thigh.
"Madam, you have good skills." Xie Yun rubbed her neck with his smooth chin, causing her to tremble and dodge. He smiled softly and grabbed her reluctant hand, and stroked his cheek: "Touch it, is it still prickly?"
Zheng Wanqing's fingertips moved along his angular features, from his sharp brow bones to his straight nose bridge, and finally stopped at the slightly upturned corners of his lips.
Xie Yun suddenly opened his mouth and bit her fingertips, startling her and making her scream.
He lowered his head and captured her lips, moving straight into her with the fresh scent of shaving cream.
Zheng Wanqing felt dizzy from this sudden intimacy. She felt her heart beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to jump out of her chest. Her fingers unconsciously clutched the front of his half-open shirt.
Xie Yun's palm was pressed against her lower back, and the warmth coming through the thin nightgown almost burned her.
He put his other hand through her loose black hair and gently held the back of her head, deepening the kiss.
Zheng Wanqing tilted her head back passively, feeling his sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce demands, even taking away her breath.
"Yumin..." She panted softly in between breaths, but he sealed her silence with a kiss.
Xie Yun's canine teeth rubbed her lower lip and said vaguely: "It tastes like mint. Have you tasted it?"
Zheng Wanqing felt so limp from his kiss that she fell into his arms.
There was another knock on the door. "Young Marshal, Madam, breakfast is ready."
Zheng Wanqing suddenly woke up as if from a dream, and gently pushed him away with her hands on his chest.
Xie Yun kept pecking her lips a few more times before reluctantly letting go.
She jumped off his lap in a hurry, but her legs went weak and she stumbled, and Xie Yun quickly grabbed her waist.
"What's the hurry?" He rubbed her swollen lips with his calloused thumb, a satisfied smile in his eyes.
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