"Okay."
Leng Zimo sat down on the chair.
Luo Xiaoqian took out the shawl she had prepared and draped it over him, carefully shaving his hair off bit by bit.
Leng Zimo, being a former film emperor, never really cared much for appearances, but he always had high standards for himself. Luo Xiaoqian was initially worried that shaving his hair might affect him psychologically, which is why she decided to do it personally.
After finishing shaving, she earnestly cupped his face and took a good look.
"Hmm, my husband is really handsome!"
These words were genuinely not mere flattery or comfort.
Leng Zimo's features and face shape were almost perfect, so even with his hair shaved off, it did not affect his appearance at all.
Leng Zimo smiled, "Of course, otherwise how could I be your husband!"
Actually, at this point in time, these things didn't matter to him anymore.
It's just hair, after all. As long as he's alive, it'll grow back.
