Gently placing her feet into the bucket, the water temperature was quite comfortable. Emma had just closed her eyes in relaxation when she saw Robert squatting beside her, his hands in the bucket, gently rubbing her feet.
"Robert, what are you...?" She was shocked. Was Robert actually squatting by her bucket... washing her feet?
"Is the water temperature okay?" Robert seemed not to notice her question and looked up to inquire.
She nodded blankly, observing the tall man squatting like a little wife at her side. Her cold feet touched his warm palm, the intertwining lines on his hand looking tender and full of love after being soaked in the warm water. It didn't feel awkward or demeaning; instead, it felt exceptionally gentle.
