She never expected that the strong and domineering Chu Xuanchen would rub her feet.
I guess no one in the world would have thought of it.
"What's so embarrassing about this? It's natural for a husband to rub his wife's feet. Who dares to laugh at me? Come on, I'll help you rub them." Chu Xuanchen said, already pulling her feet domineeringly and holding them
She took off her socks and rubbed them gently on her feet.
While rubbing, he also said, "I asked Dr. Lin before what to do if your feet are swollen during pregnancy. He said that you can rub them gently to let the blood flow in your feet, which will relieve your pain. But don't worry.
, I will be very gentle, because Dr. Lin said, you can't rub it randomly now, for fear of stimulating your acupuncture points, which will cause uterine contraction and premature birth. I have already asked him where the acupoints are, and just avoid the acupoints and rub them.
, it’ll be fine.”
Yun Ruoyue didn't expect that Chu Xuanchen had done so much homework. She saw that his big and well-jointed hands were gently rubbing her little feet. His movements were very gentle and his eyes were serious, which made her rub.
It's very comfortable, I don't feel sad, and my feet are gradually getting less sore.
She was suddenly moved, and her little face turned as red as the sunset on the horizon.
Chu Xuanchen also specially learned massage techniques from Dr. Lin, and he massaged it very carefully.
Yun Ruoyue's feet were white and small, with skin as delicate as jade, smooth and shiny, and her ten toes were small and round, like grapes, very cute, which made his heart beat faster and his palms suddenly became sweaty.
Rubbing and rubbing, his throat became dry again, his face turned red, and his eyes looked at Yun Ruoyue with longing. Yun Ruoyue noticed that his expression was strange, and there seemed to be clusters of fire in his eyes, so she quickly turned her face away.
Him, lest he become more aggressive.
At the end of the rubbing, Chu Xuanchen found that there was a strong ambiguity factor in the air, and he was already distracted, at a loss, and his mind was in chaos.
He quickly retracted his hand and said in a low and sexy voice, "How are you? Are your feet still sore?"
"I'm not sore anymore. It's very comfortable. I'm much better now. Thank you." Yun Ruoyue quickly retracted her feet and was about to put on her shoes when she was stopped by Chu Xuanchen.
"Let me put it on for you." Chu Xuanchen said and began to put on her socks and shoes.
"No need for this, I can wear it myself." Yun Ruoyue froze there in embarrassment, her face turned red from nervousness.
"It's okay, I like it."
Yun Ruoyue wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it. Was she right?
She really couldn't imagine that the majestic God of War, that extremely domineering man, was rubbing her feet and wearing shoes at the same time.
Soon, the carriage stopped at the gate of the palace. Chu Xuanchen got out of the car first, then took Yun Ruoyue out of the car, and carried her into Feiyue Pavilion in front of all the servants.
Along the way, many servants watched this scene. Yun Ruoyue was so embarrassed that she quickly buried her face in his chest. She was very embarrassed, okay?
The servants looked at this scene with envy. The prince really doted on his wife. They had never seen it before.
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After sending Yun Ruoyue back to Feiyue Pavilion, Chu Xuanchen returned to Xingchen Pavilion to handle official documents.
Recently, in order to take care of his little princess, he has piled up a lot of official documents and has not processed them. He has to work overtime today and quickly finish the official documents.
Finally, it was late at night when Chu Xuanchen finished processing the official documents.
But when he got up, he accidentally touched the corner of the table with the back of his left hand, and the wound suddenly started to bleed. He quickly picked up the handkerchief next to him and pressed his hand to stop the bleeding.
After the bleeding stopped, he walked out of the study and walked towards the bedroom.