Xuan Yingluo wiped his black boots clean. “I’m done.”
Zhou Yu looked coldly at her palm-sized face. Due to her illness, her entire body was as pale as a piece of paper. However, due to the high temperature, she was slightly flushed. The Sick Xuan Yingluo naturally had a delicate and touching appearance.
“You didn’t wipe it clean. Continue wiping.”Zhou Yu lifted his thin lips.
Xuan Yingluo did not say anything as she lowered her head and continued to wipe his shoes.
At this moment, another basin of meat was brought over. Brother Wang poured some wine for Zhou Yu so that the men could enjoy the delicacies to their heart’s content.
Xuan Yingluo continued to kneel on the ground. She lowered her waist and continued to wipe his shoes.
After an unknown amount of time, Xuan Yingluo felt that her knees and hands were numb to the point that she couldn’t feel anything. Then, Zhou Yu’s faint voice came from above her head. “It’s enough. It’s much cleaner to wipe my shoes like this.”
