"Tired?" he asked, seeing her yawn. Lu Tingli's smile grew even warmer, and he couldn't help but lift his hand to pinch her pretty, upright nose.
"I am a bit tired," Xia Ningxing replied, lifting her eyes, which were distinctly black and white, to meet his gaze.
"Then soak your feet and go to sleep," Lu Tingli said, already picking up the footbath and the hot water flask.
After that, he knelt on one knee and personally washed her feet.
"Washing feet," Lu Tingli said as he washed.
"Lu, don't say 'washing feet,' otherwise I can't help but laugh!" Xia Ningxing couldn't help but giggle behind her hand at his words.
Lu Tingli was puzzled, "Laugh at what?"
Xia Ningxing's face was mischievous: "Because I suddenly thought of a commercial from the future."
"What commercial?" Lu Tingli was quite curious, not understanding what kind of commercial could amuse her so much.
Xia Ningxing answered, "The one where a little boy is holding a basin of water to wash his mother's feet."
