Si Yiyan swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and remained silent.
Wen Xinya looked at the light green beard on Si Yiyan's chin. She couldn't believe that such tiny hair follicles could have such strong lethality, but... Si Yiyan's chin with a green color looked quite sexy, and it made his jaw lines look even harder.
Si Yiyan's body was a little stiff, but he let the little woman do what she wanted: "Baby, your man's face depends on you, so you must be careful not to let people think that our relationship is not going well and there is domestic violence."
“You’re still talking nonsense…” Wen Xinya glared at him.
Domestic violence? It's amazing that he could make such an association. Domestic violence must first be based on the marriage relationship established by both husband and wife. Now they are just an ordinary boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.
Although he has always emphasized that they are an engaged couple, even so, it cannot hide the fact that they have not publicly announced their engagement.
Although, most of the time Si Yiyan liked to call her Madam, but no matter how loudly he called her, it could not cover up their illegitimate boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.
Si Yiyan felt the blade on his cheek become heavier, and he really didn't dare to speak anymore. Looking at the focused and serious little woman in front of him, the face reflected in her clear and transparent pupils, he was the only one who existed at this moment.
The cold blade scraped across my cheeks and jaw, and I heard a slight rustling sound. My soft little hands occasionally slid across my cheeks, as gentle as a feather. A feeling of satisfaction swelled in my heart.
Si Yiyan thought, this was probably the taste of happiness.
Wen Xinya was very touched by his honesty. She felt a little uncomfortable at first, but soon adapted to the rhythm. The slight "rustling" sound of the razor and beard made her look even more tender and affectionate.
Wen Xinya would occasionally touch Si Yiyan's cheek, carefully examining the effect of her shaving.
Si Yiyan cooperated very well and let her do what she wanted.
Wen Xinya's hands were steady and quick, and she quickly shaved Si Yiyan's beard. Looking at his newly restored white chin, Wen Xinya felt a sense of accomplishment, and she held Si Yiyan's chin and kissed him.
Then, she held Si Yiyan's cheek in front of the mirror and asked for credit with a bit of pride: "How about it, my skills are pretty good, right? It's my first time shaving you, and it's so clean and perfect."
In fact, when Wen Xinya was shaving Si Yiyan's beard just now, she was far from being as calm and steady as she appeared. Facing Si Yiyan's perfect jawline, she was actually quite pressured and very nervous, for fear of hurting Si Yiyan.
The razor used by Si Yiyan was sharper than the ones sold on the market, so Wen Xinya almost held her breath during the entire process, and beads of sweat appeared on the palm of her hand holding the razor.
Fortunately, Si Yiyan's face was not hurt, otherwise Si Yiyan would really not be able to face anyone.
Si Yiyan rubbed Wen Xinya's cheek with his chin and said in a low and happy voice: "Baby, you are great!"
In fact, during this period, he did not shave as often or cleanly, and he still had some bad habits and bad tastes in his heart. When he teased her with his slightly blue chin, he found it quite interesting to see her dodge like a kitten.
When they were loving and affectionate, his blue jaw, with the aggression that is unique to men, conquered her tender body inch by inch. Seeing her whimpering and begging for mercy, dodging helplessly, trembling sensitively, and shrinking because she could not bear this strong and aggressive contact, he could not help but hugging her and loving her hard.
He also knew that his blue chin was quite bothersome to her. She had originally wanted to end this erotic game after a few days, but she didn't expect that this would lead to the boudoir fun this morning.
"I think so too." The skin that had just been shaved did not feel very good to the touch. It was a little rough. It rubbed against her delicate skin, but she did not feel any discomfort. Instead, she felt an itchy sensation, as if it had rubbed into her heart all of a sudden.
Si Yiyan kept rubbing Wen Xinya's cheeks and neck with his shaved chin, his heart filled with joy.
His joyful mood naturally infected Wen Xinya. Si Yiyan rarely showed such strong and exposed emotions, which made Wen Xinya very happy, so she was willing to please him: "I have decided that shaving your beard will be a pleasure between us in the boudoir."
Si Yiyan draws her eyebrows, puts on makeup and ties her hair, and she sews clothes, cooks and shaves for Si Yiyan. This is fair!
Si Yiyan hugged Wen Xinya and said happily: "Baby, you are really my sweet baby!"
Since it is a boudoir pleasure, it means it is practiced frequently.
This made Si Yiyan very happy.
"What is it used for, baby?" Wen Xinya asked in a soft voice, sitting on the sink, swinging her legs.
"To be loved and cherished~" Si Yiyan said happily while hugging her.
You only meet such a rare and precious baby once in two lifetimes. What else can you do if you don’t cherish, pamper and love her
Wen Xinya laughed.
"Verify the results of your labor." After saying that, Si Yiyan held her lips and sucked them aggressively. His soft and flexible thick tongue gently pushed open her lips and teeth, teasing her small tongue for a fierce entanglement, and sucking the tender inside of her lips. His hot breath blended with her panting breath in her nose.
The smooth jawline pressed tightly against hers. There was no annoying hard burrs like those during the kissing of the past two days, which stimulated and hurt her and made her want to dodge. There was only the fit of lips and jaws. Only then did she vaguely realize what he meant by verifying the results of his labor.
Whether the stubble is shaved cleanly or not can only be known through in-depth contact.
After the kiss, Si Yiyan's thick tongue slowly passed over her tender lips and landed on her jaw: "Does it hurt?"
"No!" Wen Xinya gasped and said, her cheeks were rosy, like the beautiful crabapple after the rain, her beauty was boundless, her eyes were misty and sparkling, and her lips were delicate like a lotus face catching dew.
Si Yiyan smiled: "Madam, you really shave well!"
"Thank you for the compliment!" Wen Xinya was rarely modest, except if you ignored her raised eyebrows.
Si Yiyan hugged Wen Xinya's waist and said, "Xinya, when I turn 40, I will grow my beard and play the role of a strict father, and you will grow your hair and play the role of a loving mother, and then we will be married with beards and love each other for the rest of our lives, okay?"
In ancient times, men paid more attention to their appearance. Young men from well-established families were allowed to grow beards after they were over 30 years old, which symbolized settling down and starting a family, having a loving father and filial son, a prosperous family business, and a harmonious relationship between husband and wife.
Wen Xinya whispered: "Okay!"
She couldn't help but wonder what Si Yiyan would look like after he was over 40, what he would look like with a beard, and whether he would look good in the role of a strict father.