The razor scraped against stubble, bringing a faint tingling sensation. Shen Wei's fingers were warm as they gently brushed over the skin, and Li Yuanjing couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, yearning to nuzzle against her touch.
"Don't move," Shen Wei reminded him.
Li Yuanjing obediently stilled.
His heart swelled with emotion—he believed Shen Wei still held some affection for him, however slight.
Outside the window, the night was deep, and the faint sound of wind drifted from the distant Luoyue Lake. After finishing shaving Li Yuanjing, Shen Wei washed her hands and placed the razor back in its case.
Weariness settled over her, and she returned to her bedchamber to rest.
No sooner had she lain down than Li Yuanjing, with practiced ease, entered the room and wrapped an arm around her waist.
