Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 403: Shave Cream And Bath

Arielle smeared the shaving cream on Ronan’s chin, jaws, and upper lip, which was covered with thin hair.

"Are you sure I can do it?" Arielle asked doubtfully while looking at the small, sharp knife that Ronan had prepared for her.

"Yup, I trust you," he replied.

"But I’ve never done this."

"I just taught you, didn’t I?"

Arielle held the knife hesitantly. She looked at the glistening of the silver-colored sharp tip of the knife.

Arielle initially thought Ronan would show her something when the man carried her out of her room. However, Ronan took Arielle to his bathroom and taught her how to shave the beard.

Ronan placed Arielle on a counter table containing various toiletries. There was a wide glass framed in gold wood. The warm steam that the man prepared slowly formed a haze. While Arielle smeared the shaving cream on his jaws, Ronan took off his clothes, leaving behind his black trousers.

Ronan bent his face forward, and Arielle immediately pushed him back.

"Don’t get too close. I can’t do it if your face is too close."

"Okay."

Arielle put her hands behind Ronan’s nape. Ronan could feel the sensation of cold iron on his cheeks slowly brushing his beard gently.

"Tell me if I hurt you," said Arielle, who did it slowly.

After shaving off the left side of Ronan’s face, she leaned back to see the results of her work. She nodded in satisfaction to see that one side of his face had been clean without any scratches.

Ronan opened his eyes slightly, peeking at Arielle who looked satisfied with what she had done. He smiled after seeing the smile on the girl’s face.

"You did well," Ronan said, then offered the other side of his face.

He asked Arielle to shave it too. Ronan closed his eyes again, enjoying the touch of the girl’s fingers on his neck, back of the head, or the other cheek. To shave the right side of Ronan’s face, Arielle took the same amount of time as the first.

After the man’s entire face was perfectly clean, Arielle deliberately placed a brief peck on his lips, while Ronan still closed his eyes.

"It’s not fair. You did it when I didn’t know," he protested. When Ronan tried to kiss her again, Arielle immediately got off the counter and prepared warm water for the man to take a shower.

"There you again, leaving me alone," he said making Arielle giggle with joy.

Ronan checked Arielle’s work in the mirror. For someone who held a razor for the first time, Arielle did it cleanly. He liked the girl’s personality. Arielle did make slower progress than everyone else. However, Ronan was sure that the girl would give a satisfying result because Arielle studied slowly and carefully.

Instantly, Ronan became too lazy to shave his beard every morning. He hoped that Arielle would do it for him. Is it too much to ask? Maybe he should not get too used to that habit. Ronan would only be a lazy man because he was spoiled too much by Arielle.

He turned to the pool side. Arielle was choosing the scent of soap to pour into the bathtub.

"Do you want to take a bath with me?" Ronan asked while taking off his pants casually.

Arielle shook her head. "I had taken a bath. I prepared this for you."

"Ah, I see... then accompany me here for a while. I still miss you."

Ronan stepped into the small bathtub. He drew closer to Arielle, who was also choosing the scent of shampoo for him.

"Do you want to use this one?"

"I will go with your choice," Ronan said, leaning against the edge of the bathtub. He held Arielle’s hand with his wet hand.

"Help me," he pleaded.

"You can’t bathe by yourself?" Arielle asked with a chuckle, feeling amused because she was sure Ronan’s hands could still function normally. And it was not because Ronan couldn’t take a bath by himself, it was just that the man wanted to be pampered by Arielle again.

Ronan giving her a pleading eyes that she couldn’t refuse. Seriously, it was not just Arielle who had her way on Ronan. Ronan too, without he knew, he could make Arielle do whatever he wanted if he knew the way to did it properly.

Arielle was weak with cute things. And currently Ronan acting so adorable so she didn’t have any choice but fulfill what he wanted.

Arielle folded the sleeves of her dress. "Alright, now it’s time to clean up."

She took warm water with a small basin, then poured it over the man’s head, making Ronan gasp in surprise because he was not prepared for it.

Arielle took a glove made of towel cloth, and she pulled Ronan to sit on the edge of the bathtub again.

"Put it on," Arielle said, handing Ronan another cloth glove.

Ronan, who was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to do, complied with the girl’s order. He didn’t expect Arielle to accept his request to bathe him. However, why did Arielle do it like someone in a hurry? It reminded him of how the girl bathed her rabbits.

"What is this for?" he asked questioningly while holding the cloth glove.

"To rub the front of your body."

"Uh? You didn’t do it?"

"No. I’ll just help you scrub your back."

Before he could protest, Ronan suddenly felt a rough rub on his back.

"Uh... Arielle.. can we take it slow?"

"Why? Your back is so dirty. I’m helping to clean it. You haven’t showered in three days, right?" asked Arielle, to which Ronan only answered with a nod from his head.

Ronan frowned and started to rub his front body softly. He didn’t know what Arielle was doing behind his back. Was she cleaning his back or was she peeling him alive?

Ronan’s imagination when he asked Arielle to bathe him was different from this. He imagined the girl’s hand to massage his body gently. It would be good if he could get a bonus more than just a massage too.

"Do you have any stories for these three days?" Ronan asked as Arielle draped a small wet towel on his lap, covering Ronan’s manhood. The girl spread out his right arm, then helped Ronan rubbing his arm thoroughly.

"Story? Hmm? Nothing, maybe only Lazarus who tried to apologize to Aimee, but Aimee didn’t forgive him."

"Lazarus apologize first again?"

Arielle also told Ronan what had happened yesterday while cleaning the man’s body. Ronan listened attentively. He did not expect that Aimee’s grudge against Lazarus would be so deep that Lazarus’s sincere apology that the man rarely did was rejected outright.

"Then, this morning, Lazarus came to see me for help."

"What kind of help did she ask?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Arielle rinsed Ronan’s body clean, and the man drowned himself in the bathtub again. She wet Ronan’s hair, which felt longer than the last time she remembered. Ronan always cut his hair short. However, this time when Arielle touched it again, the back of his hair almost covered his neck.

"Your hair is already much longer than before," Arielle said, who had not answered Ronan’s question.

Ronan grabbed the strands of his hair and tugged it to the front. When he pulled it down, his hair had reached the bottom of his nose.

"Ah, time flies so fast. It seems I have to get my hair done too."

"Do you want me to do it?" Arielle asked. It made Ronan’s body twitch.

He wasn’t too sure about that. Maybe letting Arielle hold the knife to his face was more convincing than letting the girl hold the scissors on the back of his head.

Ronan didn’t mind if Arielle cut his face with a razor because even without that, he already had cuts that covered half of his face. However, for his hair... Ronan always cut his hair neatly.

What if Arielle accidentally made him bald and caused a bald spot? Then William saw him? Or at worst, Lazarus saw him and laughed at him in public? Where will his authority as a king be?

"I think we can do it another time," Ronan replied.

Ronan was too late because Arielle was already holding a pair of scissors and cutting the bottom of his hair.

"Oh? You don’t want me to do it? I thought you would allow me because you didn’t answer my question," said Arielle, feeling guilty for making a decision before Ronan gave a clear permission.