Jing Haohao abruptly snapped back to reality and instinctively withdrew her feet from Liang Chen's hands.
She placed her mud-coated feet in the basin of water, muddying its clarity. When she suddenly pulled her feet out, water splashed everywhere, sprinkling on Liang Chen's face and his shirt.
His snow-white shirt quickly got stained with the muddy water.
Jing Haohao moved her lips uneasily. Subconsciously, she assumed that Liang Chen would be angry. To her surprise, however, Chen behaved as if nothing had happened, he nonchalantly reached out again, grabbed her feet, and put them back into the basin. His actions may have appeared rough, but only Jing Haohao could keenly feel how tender his grip was.
Liang Chen's head was lowered as he squatted in front of the basin, his hands submerged in the muddy water, gently scrubbing Jing Haohao's feet.
