The next morning, awakened by the alarm on his phone, Chen Xin got out of bed.
Brushing his teeth, washing his face, and after a long time, shaving his beard with a razor, Chen Xin looked at his clean reflection in the mirror. He touched his freshly shaven chin, his expression somewhat inexplicable.
He didn't even know why he was tidying himself up like this. Logically speaking, in this apocalyptic world, he didn't need to go out or meet anyone, so even if he didn't shave, it wouldn't matter.
But last night, he still set his alarm half an hour earlier, making it so he'd wake up earlier and tidy himself up, just like when he used to go on dates with Qin Lan.
Thinking of this, Chen Xin couldn't help but press his face with his hand.
It had become second nature. Every time he met Qin Lan, Chen Xin would make sure he was neat and tidy.
After all, Qin Lan was a great beauty, and if Chen Xin went to see her looking scruffy, he'd feel it was inappropriate.
