Natasha's pov
At that time, when I was in the middle of Shave, I suddenly stopped and stared at him: "You cut me."
Winson was never so embarrassed, but he still asked in a cold voice, "Don't you want to shave?
Hurry up and start. "
But I couldn't help it and laughed.
"You also said that you don't like me, Winson. I didn't expect you would lie."
Winson simply grabbed my waist and tried to hold me away from his leg.
I suddenly held his face and kissed his lips in spite of his foam.
At this time, I was also extremely embarrassed. What I was thinking about was the first time I helped him shave in the last life.
When the razor moved under his chin and my finger touched his throat, I could clearly feel his swallowing action.
I patted him on the neck and said coldly, "Don't move."
Winson smiled shallowly, but said nothing.
I said angrily, "What are you laughing at?
Don't laugh! "
Winson said softly, "I just remembered some... interesting past events."