Chapter 61 wipe your face

There is one thing about men, sometimes it is long, sometimes it is short.Sometimes cute, sometimes hateful.Sometimes you want it, sometimes you don't.Sometimes it hurts and sometimes it makes you feel good.You like to polish it with your hands and wipe it with your face.This thing doesn't exist in women. I'm talking beard. The most memorable thing is the early morning beard.Overnight, the man's new beard grew again.He puts his arms around you, wipes your face hard with his beard, and kisses your tongue.you scream: "Your beard hurts me! It hurts!" He said "Sorry!" while admiring his roughness.

Your face was flushed by him, and you said angrily: "In the future, you must shave before you can kiss me!" At night, the beard he shaved hadn't grown back yet, and at this time, it was most comfortable to wipe his face.Those mustaches are like a soft brush, massaging your face.His beard seemed to carry his scent too. In the time of love, we enjoy the man's rough and gentle beard.When I miss him, I always miss those fibrous roots that stung us in countless mornings.I once wiped his red face, expecting him to wipe it again.When love passed, his beard wiped another woman's face.I heard that men who are broken in love will hide and don't shave. They also miss the face that was wiped by them sadly, right?