"You've come at a good time, but unfortunately!"
Su Sheng was suddenly overwhelmed with anger. Why now, of all times, disrupting such a perfect atmosphere? His feet were already washed, and now they were saying it was time to go to battle—how could this not be taken as provocation?
"Big Brother Su, your footbath is ready. Why don't you soak your feet a little longer?"
Just as Zeng Ni spoke, she got up to fetch a new pair of slippers, but suddenly someone pressed down on her head.
"Ah!" With a cry of surprise, she was forced to crouch back down, looking up at the man with a face that possibly seemed eager to wash his feet a little longer?
Su Sheng looked down at Zeng Ni, kneeling by the bedside, gazing up at him with innocent eyes on her pure and delicate face, and suddenly felt a bit devilish.
He could only sigh inwardly, thankful that it was only his socks he had taken off, not his pants.
"We have enemies approaching. Help me put my socks back on."
