He placed the basin in front of Ji Yinbing and said, "Come, let's wash our feet."
Ji Yinbing was stunned.
"What's wrong? You don't dare to anymore?" Without caring about Ji Yinbing's reaction, Yan Nuo pressed her onto the imperial chair. He took off the cotton slippers on Ji Yinbing's feet and placed her fair but not delicate feet in the warm water.
Ji Yinbing looked down at him.
Yan Nuo's hair was very short. In his memory, his hair had always been very short, so it made him look even more masculine and heroic. His forehead was not full, and he looked cold and fierce. His blue eyes were good-looking, but the eyebrows on them were thick and black, and they were aggressive.
At this moment, there were a few drops of water on the man's forehead.
Ji Yinbing stared blankly and was speechless.
