Dean froze for a moment, caught off guard by the suggestion. His hesitation was clear, his gaze flickering between Chen and the problem at hand. Yet, as he assessed the height, he had to admit the idea made sense. With a resigned sigh, Dean carefully perched himself on Chen’s lap, feeling a flicker of self-consciousness.As he settled, Chen’s hands instinctively rested at Dean’s waist, holding him lightly to ensure he didn’t lose balance. The gesture was subtle but steady, and for a brief moment, the air between them grew unusually quiet, charged with a tension neither was willing to name.Surprisingly, Dean didn’t seem the least bit fazed by their proximity. Instead, he quickly immersed himself in his “task,” holding the razor with a careful precision that suggested an almost personal familiarity. His movements were gentle but meticulous as if tending to his own face. The sheer concentration on Dean’s face caught Chen off guard, leaving him momentarily entranced. Especially when Dean
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