As soon as Qin Xue returned to the hotel room, she sat down on the bed.
Taking off her shoes, she leaned on the bed with one hand and rubbed her feet with the other.
Chu Molin saw her and quickly pulled a chair over to sit beside the bed. He took Qin Xue's foot and placed it on his thigh, gently massaging it.
He had been careless, knowing that his wife was heavy with child, and still let her walk for so long.
Chu Molin pressed his lips tightly together but his movements were not rough, rather, they were gentle.
"Chu Molin, smile for me." Qin Xue knew from his expression that he blamed himself.
Chu Molin didn't look up at Qin Xue, but continued to massage her foot.
"Chu Molin, are you angry with me?" Qin Xue deliberately lowered her voice, making it sound pitiful.
"No." How could Chu Molin be angry with her? He was angry with himself for being so careless.
