Song Yinyin was a bit scared, afraid that she might accidentally cut the skin on his face, so she was timid, and her movements were hindered.
Lu Jihan smiled and encouraged her, saying, "Don't be afraid, be a bit bolder, you won't hurt me no matter what. Go ahead, be bold."
As he spoke, he even closed his eyes, an expression of complete surrender to her.
Song Yinyin looked at the sharp blade on the razor in her hand, feeling anxious and very afraid.
But seeing Lu Jihan's look of complete trust in her, she was deeply moved.
She took a deep breath and said, "Alright, I'll try again."
Song Yinyin carefully picked up the razor, mimicking his gesture, and cautiously began to shave his beard.
Afraid of hurting him, her face was almost pressed against his, so close that she could see every capillary on his face clearly.
Her movements were extremely slow, her eyes fixed on the blade, fearing that a slight slip might wound him.
