With just the body's skin temperature, the mask can perfectly fit the face.
Because of this, the specially made mask is very breathable, and you feel no discomfort when wearing it.
Of course, the premise is that the mask must be smoothed on the face without a trace of wrinkles.
So, wearing a mask is a delicate task.
An Ziqi had played around with this at Xiao Chen's place before, and naturally knew these techniques.
Standing on tiptoes, her small hands gently and softly adjusted the mask on his face.
She carefully smoothed out each edge and corner of the mask.
Standing on tiptoes for a long time, she started to sway slightly, unable to stand steadily.
Xiao Moli raised his hand to support her waist.
Having been with Xiao Moli for so long, An Ziqi was already used to his touch.
Therefore, she did not react to his actions at the moment, only focusing her hands on adjusting the mask.
But for Xiao Moli at this moment, it was different.
