Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress - Chapter 1484
Si Yiyan instantly swallowed his words in fear.
Wen Xinya looked at the light green stubs on Si Yiyan’s chin and couldn’t quite believe that such tiny hairs were actually so destructive. However… Si Yiyan really looked quite sexy with his green chin, which made the lines on his chin even more hardy.
Si Yiyan was slightly stiff, but he still allowed the little woman to do whatever she wanted. “Darling, your man’s face is in your hands. So, you’ve gotta be careful. Don’t let others think that things aren’t going smoothly between us and there’s domestic violence.”
“Still spouting nonsense…” Wen Xinya stared at him.
How creative of him to link this to domestic violence. Firstly, the basis of domestic violence was a married couple, and they were only of a normal couple status at the moment.
Although he had always insisted that he was her fiancée, it couldn’t conceal the fact that they weren’t officially engaged.
Although Si Yiyan mostly liked to call her Madam, regardless of how loudly he called her, it couldn’t conceal the fact that they had no special status beyond a dating couple.
Si Yiyan felt the blade press down on his face and really daren’t talk anymore. He watched the fully focused little woman before him—the face which reflected off her translucent bright pupils. At this moment, only he existed.
The icy-cold blade moved across his cheek and chin, giving off a soft buzzing sound. Soft, gentle hands, feeling as light as feathers, brushed across his cheeks from time to time. Instantly, a sense of satisfaction grew in his aching heart.
Si Yiyan thought this must be how bliss felt like.
Wen Xinya reciprocated his honesty. Initially, her movements had been slightly awkward, but they picked up a rhythm quickly. The soft buzzing sound given off by the shaver and the stubs made it even more loving.
Wen Xinya touched Si Yiyan’s cheek from time to time, closely examining the outcome of her own shaving.
Si Yiyan cooperated and allowed her to do whatever she wanted.
Wen Xinya had steady, fast hands, and was very quickly done with the shaving. Looking at the chin which had returned to its original pale color, Wen Xinya suddenly felt accomplished as she lifted Si Yiyan’s chin and kissed it.
Following this, she held Si Yiyan’s cheek towards the mirror and claimed credit with satisfaction. “How’s it—I have great skills, don’t I? It’s my first time and I’ve done such a thorough and perfect job for you.”
Actually, just now when Wen Xinya was shaving for Si Yiyan, she totally didn’t feel as calm and steady as she looked. Facing Si Yiyan’s perfect jawline, she actually felt quite pressurized and rather nervous, for the fear of hurting him.
Si Yiyan’s shaver was sharper than those usually found in the market. Thus, Wen Xinya almost held her breath for the entire procedure, and her hand which was holding the blade was also perspiring helplessly.
Thankfully, she didn’t hurt Si Yiyan’s face. Otherwise, Si Yiyan really couldn’t face others.
Si Yiyan rubbed his chin against Wen Xinya’s face and said in the low voice, “Darling, you’re awesome!”
Actually, recently, he hadn’t been so conscientious in shaving in part due to his manly instincts of pervertic interests. He felt that it was rather interesting seeing her avoid his stubs like a little kitten when he rubbed his green chin against her to tease her.
In the throes of pleasure, when his green, manly chin invaded and conquered her tender body inch by inch, seeing her strong adverse reaction to these invading touches, moaning for mercy, unable to evade, and trembling in sensitivity, he couldn’t help but hold her tightly and love her deeply.
He also knew that his greenish chin was rather distressing for her. He had only wanted to end this sort of erotic teasing after a few days. However, unexpectedly, it had led to this morning’s bedroom episode.
“I think so, too.” The freshly shaved skin was slightly rough and didn’t feel great. However, when rubbing off her tender skin, it didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, and instead felt like an itch that went straight to her heart.
Si Yiyan kept using his freshly shaved chin to rub against Wen Xinya’s cheek and neck, feeling joyful.
His joyful emotions naturally infected Wen Xinya. Si Yiyan rarely showed such strong emotions outwardly, which made Wen Xinya very happy, so she was willing to please him. “I’ve decided. In the future, shaving for you will be our bedroom joy.”
Si Yiyan helped her draw her brows, fill in her makeup, and bun her hair. It was only fair for her to sew Si Yiyan clothes, cook, and shave for him!
Si Yiyan hugged Wen Xinya, feeling ecstatic, and said, “Darling, you’re really my sweet baby!”
Since it was a bedroom joy, it meant that it would be executed frequently.
This made Si Yiyan very happy.
“What’s a sweet baby for?” asked Wen Xinya coquettishly as she sat in the tub, swinging her legs.
“For me to pamper and love~” Si Yiyan hugged her and said in a low voice.
It took him two lifetimes to meet such a rare sweet baby—what else would he do to her but pamper and love her?
Wen Xinya giggled.
“Let’s put the fruits of your labor to the test.” Saying which, Si Yiyan sealed her lips and sucked it in an invading manner. His soft, nimble, and thick tongue gently pried her lips and teeth open and hooked her small tongue passionately. As he sucked the tender flesh beneath her lips, his scorching breaths merged with her intermittent breaths.
His clean chin pressed against hers tightly. Without the pain from those annoying, prickly stubs which made her shun when kissing for the past few days, only the feeling of their lips and chins pressing against each other remained. Only then did she vaguely understood what he meant by putting the fruits of her labor to the test.
Only through close interaction could one know if the shaving was thorough.
After the kiss, Si Yiyan’s thick tongue ran through her tender lips slowly, landing on her chin. “Prickly?”
“Nope!” Wen Xinya heaved and replied. Her cheeks were radiant, like the vast land after rain, endlessly gorgeous, her eyes were dreamy like the waves, and her lips were as tender as dew.
Si Yiyan smiled. “Madam, indeed a good shave!”
“You flatter me!” Wen Xinya was rarely humble—she was just being courteous.
Si Yiyan hugged her waist and said, “Xinya, when I’m forty-years-old, I’ll keep a beard for the role of a strict father, and you’ll keep long hair for that of a loving mother, then we’ll braid our beard and hair together and live in eternal bliss, okay?”
In ancient times, men were more focused on their appearance. For sons from wealthy families, they could only keep a beard after they turn thirty-years-old, which had the meaning of a stable family and career, filial children, prosperous business, and peaceful marriage.
Wen Xinya said softly, “Okay!”
She couldn’t help but wonder how would Si Yiyan look like when he was forty-years-old, when he kept a beard, and if he would really look the part when acting the role of a strict father.