Mo Bei's hand froze in mid-air, and he didn't speak anymore because he was too close.
Feng Nai raised her face a little higher.
Of course he knew she couldn't grow a beard.
But the delicate touch from his fingertips made him not want to let go.
Especially when he was able to get so close to her so openly, how could he easily waste this opportunity.
It takes a long time for the shaving cream to smudge on the fingertips.
Under the white foam, the electric shaver does not use force and does not hurt the skin at all.
All boys know this.
At best, Feng Nai's actions were just scratching the bubbles, after all, he knew very well that the person in front of him didn't understand these things at all.
Just whenever.
The face in front of him was so cold that he couldn't see any waves.
Even this is the same.
This made him even want to lower his head, kiss her hard, and let her look at him carefully.
Instead of being like now, she is indifferent to what he does.
Feng Nai raised her fingertips, as if they were not easily pressed against the pale lips.
After Mo Bei noticed it, he stepped back.
With deep eyes, Feng Nai smiled slowly: "Does it hurt?"
"No." Mo Bei's voice remained unchanged: "It's almost there, I'll wash my face."
As she spoke, she bent down and tapped the faucet, and splashed two fistfuls of water on her face.
Really need to calm down.
After all, facing that face, I always want to coax him.
Feng Nai was standing there, looking at Mo Bei who was washing his face with his head down, his eyes fell on those porcelain jade-like ears, the redness there made him smile.
It seems that a certain "little brother" is not always indifferent.
Of course he can't do it too obviously.
There is a whole day anyway.
Feng Nai smiled slightly, and applied shaving cream to his chin.
It's a pity that Mo Bei was still washing his face and didn't see his tricks.
Just at this time, Mrs. Feng came back.
She was wearing a beige dress that was partial to a formal dress, and she was lined with a snow-white fluffy coat. Her lips were still colored, and she had very delicate makeup.
"What about them?" Madam Feng asked.
The butler, Uncle Wang, put his hands in front of his body and replied with a smile, "The young master went to the set. As for the young master and Young Master Mo..."
Having said that, the butler looked in the direction of the bathroom.
After Mrs. Feng saw what was going on there, she paused first, then laughed.
Nair had never really been this close to anyone before.
It's just that this closeness is good or bad for the old man.
She does worry a little bit.
"It's really misleading to get along with boys nowadays. I can only trouble Uncle Wang to look at the people below. If Nair loses this friend, it will not be a good thing for anyone."
"I understand, ma'am."
Uncle Wang is smart, and he knows that what he said is not about the people below, but him.
He will report the situation of the young master to the old chairman.
The young master himself is very clear.
But now that the young master is acting so clearly, it means that he has made up his mind.
As a servant who watched the young master grow up.
It was also the first time for him to see such a young master, bringing his friends home, washing and laughing together, this would never have happened before.
Ma'am is right.
If there is no Mo Shao.
It's not good for anyone.
So everything he saw today, he wouldn't say anything.
With this promise, Madam Feng laughed: "I'll go upstairs to rest, let them have fun, don't disturb them."
(end of this chapter)