But he had prioritized personal hygiene from the very beginning. This showed it was a long-established habit for him, not something he did consciously, but an instinct.
Staring at Lin Chen's features from up close, she observed him with a bit of curiosity.
Unlike the rough skin, thick brows, and large eyes of white people, Asians, while not as fair-skinned, had skin so fine it looked like they were wearing foundation. Their pores were so small they were almost invisible.
A week of surviving in the wild had left him with short stubble around his chin. It was sparse, a stark contrast to the bushy beards of Western men.
Those nest-like beards easily got stained with soups and sauces during meals, and they'd start to stink if not cleaned promptly.
She was used to seeing grubby men. Suddenly seeing such a clean-cut, handsome young man felt more and more miraculous the longer she looked, so she couldn't help but stare a little longer.
"Is there something on my face?"
