Rong and his movements paused, and glanced at Ye Zhiqi with questioning eyes.

"Where are you going to scrape?"

Ye Zhiwan was slightly stunned, subconsciously touched his chin, and his eyes involuntarily looked between his legs, and suddenly, his little face turned red.

He didn't think he was going to shave there, did he?

Ye Zhilu hurriedly explained, for fear that Rong would misunderstand.

"No, no, no! Not scrape there! ”

Hearing this, Rong You's deep eyes narrowed, he put the razor on the washstand, turned sideways, and put his hands on Ye Zhiyu's waist.

He lifted it up slightly, and Ye Zhilu got up with his feet in the air and sat on the washstand.

Ye Zhilu looked at Rong He head-on, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his cheeks couldn't help but get hotter.

Rong You's eyebrows furrowed incomprehensibly, and a pair of eagle-like eyes were determined to catch every change in the expression on Ye Zhiyu's face

"Where is that?" The sound of tolerance and magnetism sounded faint, and I couldn't tell any meaning.

Ye Zhilu cleared his throat, and his face was a little unnatural.

"That's what you think you ...... there"

The corners of Rong and his mouth swept up in an arc, and the foam on his cheeks followed his arc.

"I'm also wondering, where do I think?"

Ye Zhilu bit his lip, hurriedly covered his face, and opened two slits between his fingers to observe Rong He.

"You did it on purpose!"

Rong He smiled helplessly: "What did I do?" ”

"Hmph, don't play anymore!"

Saying that, Ye Zhifu was about to jump off the washstand, Rong Youyi grabbed her waist, approached her, and sprinkled warm breath evenly on Ye Zhiyi's face.

"You can scrape wherever you want, I won't ask anymore, okay?" Rong He deliberately lowered his voice, so that Ye Zhiqi felt itchy and crispy in his heart when he listened.

Then, Rong He stuffed the razor into Ye Zhiyi's hand.

"I want to help you shave." Ye Zhiwei looked at him with blazing eyes.

A smile crossed Rong You's star-like eyes, and he held Ye Zhiyu's wrist high, and slowly landed on his face.

"Scrape down like this."

Rong You, like a teacher, patiently guided Ye Zhiyi.

Ye Zhiwei watched intently as the razor went all the way down, and where it swept was a piece of smooth skin, without any stubble remaining.

Ye Zhi was interested, and shaved his face clean in one go.

Seeing that there were still foam stars on his face, he wiped him off with a towel.

"Have you had enough?" Rong He asked.

Ye Zhilu threw the towel on the washstand and retorted angrily: "I didn't play, I was working seriously!" ”

Rong nodded knowingly: "It's good if you're happy." ”

Ye Zhiwei looked away dissatisfied: "What do you mean by this?" I don't like it, get out there! ”

Rong He pinched her chin, straightened her little face, and raised an eyebrow.

"What did you just say?"

Rong and the dangerous tone made Ye Zhi accept it immediately if she saw it, and she grinned and pulled out a flattering smile.

"I said you look so handsome after you shave!"

Ye Zhiyi said, wrapped his hands around Rong He's shoulders, and hung his body on him, crossing his legs.

Ye Zhilu buried it in his warm neck, and muttered angrily: "Brother, I have something I want to ask you." ”

Rong He didn't ask her anything, and said directly: "You can go back to the crew tomorrow to continue filming." ”

Hearing this, Ye Zhilu's eyes lit up, he turned his head away, and looked at him with surprise and joy.

"How did you know I wanted to mention this?"