After all the trouble, Huo Shen considerately washed Lin Anning's feet again.
Lin Anning turned her back, not wanting to look at him.
He, on the other hand, had a face of utter contentment, extremely satisfied.
After washing her feet, he seemed to think of something and handed her paper and pen.
"Do me a favor and write a guarantee for me," he said.
Lin Anning was speechless and gave him a glare.
"I've never seen anyone ask for a guarantee after doing this kind of thing. Huo Shen, you, you're really a son of a bitch."
Huo Shen laughed softly and pulled Lin Anning up.
"Try to understand, a son of a bitch like me has finally found someone. What if she runs away?"
"Just write one, guaranteeing not to abandon Huo Shen at the beginning or end."
Lin Anning, hearing his tone, felt somewhat reluctant.
She took the pen and briskly wrote the guarantee, and at the end, she held his face and kissed it.
