It seems that the more you feel, the more you feel. She also made trouble for him when she shaved him before.

"Tsk tsk, you must be the most handsome Santa Claus I have ever met." Jing Qingge sighed.

"So, little cutie, what Christmas wish do you want?" Ji Yicheng wrapped around her waist and deliberately bolded his voice.

Jing Qingge blinked playfully, and a cunning smile appeared in her bright eyes, "Christmas is not here yet, I won't tell you first."

"Remember to tell me in advance that I can put it in my socks for you."

"good."

...

Jing Qingge carefully and skillfully used a razor to shave him. Once, once, the movements were very gentle, as if the two of them were reversed. He was the glass ball she held in her hand for fear of breaking.

"Wife, I feel like I am a young master." Ji Yicheng joked jokingly.

Jing Qingge nodded, "I'm tired of being a demon prince, and occasionally I'm a good guy to be favored."

Ji Yicheng laughed and quietly looked at the girl in front of him, feeling full of satisfaction overflowing from his chest.

"Does there be flowers on my face?" Her eyes lowered.

"Well, a beautiful beauty flower that is more beautiful than a flower."

"Ji Yicheng, your mouth is getting sweeter now."

"I plan to say love words to you for the rest of my life."

Jing Qingge pondered for two seconds, "I am sure!"

Ji Yicheng pinched her delicate waist, and the tenderness in her lacquer eyes became deeper.

Jing Qingge had almost cleaned his beard for the first time, and wet his towel and wiped it off the shaving cream foam. Then, checked the second time and shaved the small pieces that had not been shaved.

Suddenly, Ji Yicheng's mouth slightly closed and he asked, "Qingbaoer, did you say anything else on Shi Ming's phone call except telling you about his poisoning?"

Uncle Xiao said that Qing Baoer suddenly had a high fever and never retreated because she was anxious. She called Shi Ming in the early morning that day. He knew how terrible Shi Ming was, and he pestered him like a ghost, or that all this was planned by the man, and Shi Ming was still coveting her. He was afraid, what conditions would that man propose?

When he thought of this, his heart seemed to be tightly clenched by a demon claw.

He wanted to ask last night, but she was still having a high fever and her head was in a daze, so she waited until today.

Suddenly, the singer's movements were slightly stopped, and a panic flashed in a mess between his eyes and eyes. No matter how he hid it, he was clearly captured by Ji Yicheng.

"What else did he say?!" Ji Yicheng's eyes suddenly turned violent, and his arms trembled as he hugged her.

"Ji Yicheng..." Jing Qingge's face turned slightly white.

Ji Yicheng felt a sharp pain in his heart, hugged her tightly, repeating over and over again,

"It's okay, it won't be a problem... Uncle Xiao will come up with a way to save me. No matter what Shi Ming said, you don't pay attention to him."

"He said he wanted you... to die." She opened her eyes wide open, in horror.

Ji Yicheng's spine stiffened, and he could not ignore the torn pain in his body. He gritted his teeth hard.

"I won't!"

Jing Qingge raised his eyes woodenly, as if he was grabbing the last straw, looking at him tightly, his long eyelashes trembled and slapped lightly.

"Really? You promised me, you won't..."

"I promise you that I will survive." Ji Yicheng's heart was almost aching.
Chapter completed!