His tall body came in from the outside and closed the door gently.
He walked towards her without saying a word.
Zhuo Jian stared at him until he came to her, and then she asked: "Do you want to sleep in the master bedroom?"
"I just want to tell you that it's raining."
"rain?"
Zhuo Jian was not used to the rain on such a cold day. She thought that no matter what it rained, it should be snow or sleet?
"Well, don't you get cold ankles on rainy and cloudy days?"
He said this again.
Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes trembled and she looked at him without speaking.
It's not like she's been like this for a day or two.
"Let me get you some hot water to soak your feet."
As he said that, he turned around and went to the bathroom.
Zhuo Jian turned around to look at his figure and felt strange.
How many rainy days have they experienced together? How many rainy days have they not experienced together?
By the time he used a basin of foot-washing water to protect her ankles, which were always cold, her legs would have been useless.
In addition to taking medicine, she also found some pretty good plasters, the kind that had no taste.
After all, she didn't want people to know she was wearing plaster when she went to work.
Soon he came back with water. Zhuo Jian looked at the basin of steaming water, and then looked at him again, "Fu Yanye, do you want to stay?"
"..."
Fu Yanye took a few seconds to raise his eyes to look at her. He smiled but said nothing. Instead, he concentrated on taking off the socks on her feet and burying her feet in the water.
The temperature is moderate and very comfortable.
But Zhuo Jian prefers the water to be hotter, as the water gets cold too easily.
"The doctor said that you can soak it for fifteen minutes."
Fu Yanye said, guessing that she didn't like the temperature very much.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, "Even if you help me carry foot-washing water for the rest of my life, I don't want you anymore."
After hearing this, Fu Yanye raised his head and smiled, "What did you say?"
"I said that even if you carry water for my feet for the rest of my life, I don't want you anymore."
"A lifetime."
He suddenly put his hands on both sides of her and looked at her with a particularly cunning smile.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"You still want me to carry you a lifetime supply of foot-washing water."
"..."
Zhuo Jian realized that her words made him happy and just wanted to stay away from him, but she stepped back and he followed her.
Soon her waist couldn't bear it anymore and she fell on the bed, with him still in front of her.
He had already taken off his suit, and his clean shirt matched her cheongsam inexplicably.
The huge room was so silent. They looked at each other, and the man's eyes sent out a dangerous signal, which made her heart beat faster.
His voice was suddenly full of magic, making her heart beat faster. He asked, "Guess, would I be willing to carry water for your feet for the rest of my life?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but murmured, "It will happen even if you don't want to..."
"I am reluctantly willing."
He covered her mouth with his hand to stop her from speaking.
"..."
Zhuo Jian felt as if his breath had been taken away, and she just looked at him stupidly.
But he smiled particularly evilly.
Zhuo Jian retorted in his mind, "Do you think I'm still a stranger?"
But before she had time to say it, she first thought about how his hand had just helped her take off her socks, and her face suddenly turned green. She took his hand away, took a breath, and reminded him while holding her breath, "You just helped her with this hand."
I'll take off my socks."
"Well, I even went to the toilet without washing my hands."
He also remembered and frowned slightly.
"..."
Zhuo Jian's face turned even worse, and there was already a picture in his mind.
Fu Yanye suddenly stared at her seriously, and before she had time to react, he blocked her sight...