Nan Fei snapped out of it, stammering, "What… what are you doing?"
"Letting you touch my beard."
"You've shaved, there's no beard left." She thought he was getting addicted to this.
"Then just touch my chin!" The soft touch of his wife's hand on his chin unexpectedly pleased Huo Beijiang.
Nan Fei obediently extended her hand, her face flushed as she touched Huo Beijiang's chin, feeling like a wolfish woman taking advantage of him. Thinking of this, she decided to get a little more scandalous and touched him a few more times.
And so, she continued to caress his chin for a while longer.
An exciting pleasure rippled through their touching skins. Nan Fei withdrew her hand as if electrified, her face unwillingly flushing again.
Huo Beijiang squinted pleasurably and sat down on the bed. His naturally tall and straight figure brought an overwhelming presence as he sat.
"You're leaving me." He shifted his face in an instant, looking serious and a little scary.