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...