C89 A Razor a Whole Field of Whiskers

Her fingers caressed Liulang's face, bringing about a wave of scalding heat and trembling. The feeling was like flowing spring water, melting at the tip of Liulang's heart.

"The real Liulang is as good as real." Liulang smiled at Hemai.

"En!" Hemai nodded heavily, as though she was happy about something.

When Xu Jiang went out of the door, the couple sat inside the house and actually felt the atmosphere to be a little dubious.

In this month, the two of them were sleeping on the same bed. In the beginning, Liulang's body would not be able to move, but Hemai would stay at the side to take care of them.

Liulang in the middle could turn his body around, but he would always hold her hand tightly in the middle of the night.

These past two days … When Hemai woke up in the morning, he discovered that his large hand was resting on her shoulder, and the distance between them was extremely close.

Hemai was too shy to say such things, so she stood up every day quietly so that Liulang would not see through it.

Liulang was after all, still wounded, and couldn't afford to get cold.

When she mentioned the matter of her staying in the wooden bed, Liulang immediately tried his best to stop it. He said that the wind was so cold that even the summer women couldn't bear it.

At this time, there were no longer any outsiders in the house, and Hemai felt that the atmosphere was getting more and more lively.

She was truly speechless. After thinking for a while, she asked, "Xu Jiang said that you don't need to eat anymore. What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine, as long as it was done by you." Liulang's mouth was as sweet as ever.

Hemai squinted her eyes and said: "Take out two bear paws and burn them for everyone to eat, okay? No one has ever tried it before, so we might as well have a taste. "

Liulang raised his eyebrows, "You … "Are you sure you can eat it if the bear paw is on the table?"

"It's a big one …" Hemai said naively.

The Liulang laughed, "It's better not to let these kids waste your precious things! When Ming'er and the rest leave, they will leave it for us to eat. We will be fine if we call for Grandmother Shan Cao and the rest. "

"That's true, there are too many people here today." Hemai thought that it was reasonable and nodded her head, "I will go to the kitchen to help out, you go talk to Brother Ma Er and the rest!"

Liulang looked at Hemai's back, smiling while shaking her head, thinking that this girl was really not stingy at all …

Noon was busy preparing a table full of dishes. Although there were many different styles and pots full of dishes, they could not help but have more people and young people who could eat well.

Most of the wild boar meat left at home was gone, and the deer meat was only the size of a palm. The rest was all that was left over for the afternoon meal.

The youths were well-fed, and were well aware that they were in a mess. After sitting for a while, they took their leave.

They didn't come empty-handed either. The few of them didn't bring anything for Liulang, but they brought out a set of accessories for Hemai: Silver bracelets, silver earrings, silver hairpins.

"I'll give it to you, take it," Liulang looked at the silver ornaments and laughed, "They have been coveting your cooking for more than a day or two. If they come again next time, you can just keep them for a meal."

Hemai felt helpless, thinking that these young people who were with the Liulang were really particular about each other.

In the evening, after eating a quick meal, Madam Qin went back to live in the Little Mao Courtyard.

The courtyard was incredibly tranquil and comfortable. The crescent moon hung in the sky like a beautiful jade, quietly gazing at the moon through the open window. This could not help but be a form of enjoyment.

After adding some water into the kitchen, Liulang went to take a bath, and after wearing clean clothes, he walked out. Seeing Hemai leisurely gazing at the moon, he smiled and passed her something, "Help me."

The Liulang held a small knife in her hand. Hemai was stunned for a moment, then understood that the Liulang wanted her to shave his beard.

Did he want to leave it to her?

Hemai took the razor, touched the cold hilt, and said embarrassedly: "I don't really know how to use it."

Hemai took out a pair of scissors and looked at the thick beard on Liulang's right cheek.

A woman shaving a man is the same as a man painting a woman's eyebrows. It is a sign of concern and love.

A man's beard, like a woman's eyebrows, a married man's eyebrows are painted for a woman, and he uses gentle words and deeds to tell her his love, and from the bottom of his heart, and vice versa.

But today, when she received the Liulang's razor, did this metaphor mean that their relationship had changed greatly and that there would no longer be any deliberate estrangement between them?

Hemai held the scissors in his hand, and slowly moved it closer to Liulang's cheeks.

Beneath the scissors, there seemed to be a flame of gentleness burning. The falling beard turned into black sparks and silently fell onto the ground, scattering into pieces.

The scissors stood up and the bearded man fell.

With a gentle cut, Liulang's face became hot and numb along with her fingers.

When only the hard and short stubble remained on his face, Hemai stopped cutting and held his subordinate's face as she stared at them with sparkling eyes.

The handsomeness of this face far exceeded her expectations, and compared to the shock and surprise at this moment, she was more satisfied with carving the face of the Liulang with her own hands.

She knew that Yang Liulang was a treasure that others wouldn't be able to see, but to be able to see it with her own eyes, how could her emotions be described with words?

The razor snaked down his chin, leaving a smooth, flawless landscape painting where it touched.

It was the wind.

It was Lin.

It was pine.

It was also Lang Yue, the Cold Star Jade Tree.

It was as warm as jade, but also as firm as frost.

The fragmented shadow of the moonlight landed on his body, and a sort of dazzling radiance circulated between his brows.

Hemai was stunned, her eyes were filled with Liulang's gentle yet shining face.

Her first thought was: He's so good-looking, how many women are going to pounce on him in the future?

Liulang could see it clearly: Hemai was so shocked that he looked stunned from shock, and then he angrily picked up her beard and stuck it onto his face.

Liulang was confused by her actions, "What are you doing?"

"I'm regretting it," Hemai puffed her cheeks, her eyes flashed with regret, "Why should I let you shave my beard? Later... "In the future …"

In the future, who knew how many women would stick close to Yang Liulang!

Yang Liulang laughed, "Weren't you the one who insisted on doing it? Ever since I became an adult, my beard has always been on me. If you hadn't said it, I'm afraid you would never have shaved it off. "

Hemai brought out a bronze mirror for Liulang, "Look."

The face in the mirror was clear and natural, very different from the wild man with the thick beard.

Liulang looked at it, touched his chin and frowned: "Unexpectedly, I feel like there are a lot of things missing from my face."

Hemai smiled, "Your beard is very thick, so …"

"Losing a lot of manliness …" Liulang muttered.

Hemai laughed out loud, and looked at Yang Liulang happily," Who said that a man needs to be expressed with a beard? Look at my brother, even if he never grows a beard and has a soft temper, who can say that he's a woman?

Liulang also laughed, "That's true."