Kenshi finally came home, and immediately found you, he was ready to bend over for a simple kiss, but you stop him

Kenshi, no. First the razor and your stubble, and then the kiss," you muttered, pushing Kenshi's face away from you

You're talking about it again," he whispers softly, laughing and kissing your palm. Kenshi's voice was tired and hoarse, and his character did not allow him to insist on his own