"Just then," Leng Yu Yan caught sight of the remaining beard stuck to his face from the corner of her eye and also turned her body to the side, softly saying, "Let me help you peel off the beard."
Ye Yiheng touched his goatee and laughed, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I'd have forgotten this beard isn't real."
For the past few days, wearing the beard had become normal to him.
"There's no one around on the mountain, it's better to peel it off."
"Alright." He lifted his chin.
Leng Yu Yan raised her hand, her sleeve sliding down to reveal a fair, luminous wrist.
The next moment, her pale, slender fingers gently touched his chin, carefully lifting one corner and then peeled off the firmly stuck beard from his chin.
Once removed, the skin that had been under the beard was reddened.
Her eyebrows furrowed, "Your skin is quite delicate, it's red, and it seems even swollen."
After saying that, she got out of bed and rummaged through the medicine box for a small jar of ointment.
