Marriage is sultry: Quan Shao lures his wife into addiction

Chapter 156 Why Do You Treat Me So Well?
Yan Zitong didn't realize what he was asking for a while.

As he looked down, he realized that there were several cut wounds on the ankle of his right foot, varying in length and depth.

It was scratched when he kicked the mirror when he was at Yan's house.

Even the white canvas shoes on the feet were stained with blood.

Was that how she went to the coffee shop on the third floor with Tan Tianen just now?

The blood stains had solidified, and she felt no pain.

Seeing his nervous and angry expression, Yan Zitong just shrugged his shoulders and smiled lightly, and said lightly: "It's not a big deal to accidentally scratch, you don't have to be so nervous."

Rong Si's brows were frowned, and his sharp and deep eyes stared at her like torches, as if he wanted to swallow her into his stomach.

Yan Zitong thought that he would get angry and even scold her, but he just sighed softly, looked at her and said helplessly, "Go in and apply the medicine to you."

"Huh?" Yan Zitong couldn't realize what he meant by saying this for a while.

Seeing her stunned and confused eyes, Rong Si sighed helplessly, reached out and pinched the tip of her nose lightly, and said in a low voice: "Don't you want to keep it hanging like this?"

After finishing speaking, he put his arms around her waist, walked towards his suite, opened the door with his fingerprints, and entered the room with his arms around her.

Yan Zitong was sitting on the sofa, and he turned around and went into the bath, and when he came out, he was holding a washbasin in his hand, which was filled with water.

Is he... going to wash her feet?

Yan Zitong looked at him, her beautiful eyes were full of disbelief and astonishment.

She just widened her eyes and stared at him without blinking.

He just held the washbasin, squatted down in front of her, took her feet with his precious hands, took off her shoes and socks for her, and put her feet into the water basin.

Yan Zitong was just so dazed, watching his movements in one go with a blank mind, and couldn't believe what he saw.

What is he doing?Do you know what you are doing?
Washing her feet, he was washing her feet? !

Yan Zitong was shocked, unbelievable, and even unacceptable.She just stared at him dumbfounded, not knowing how to react.

Until her feet were submerged in the water, there was a warm feeling, and his big hands grasped her feet.

Yan Zitong shuddered uncontrollably, and instinctively wanted to retract her foot, but was held down by his big palm and clenched tightly.

The palms were pressed against the soles of her feet, and the pads of the fingers gently rubbed her ankle bones.

A burst of numbness came from the soles of her feet, as if her whole body was electrified, and the electric current flowed from the soles of her feet in an instant, and then spread throughout her body.

Unable to restrain himself, he bent his toes, and his brain seemed to be flooded with water, blank.Just so stupidly, staring at him like a wooden chicken.

He squatted in front of her, even so, he still exuded a noble and superior aura all over his body, just like the emperor aloft.

His fingers are beautiful, submerged in the water, they look even more slender and elegant.

Every inch of her skin was wiped, as if an electric current was flowing, causing her to tremble and ripple.

"I... I'll do it myself." Yan Zitong came back to his senses and bent over, but he stopped him again.

"Sit down!" He said profoundly and eloquently, his unfathomable eyes stared at her deeply, revealing an irresistible order.

When Yan Zitong's [-]-degree angle bent just now, when he heard his words, he turned back obediently.

Then she just stared at him with misty and rippling eyes.

The mood at this moment is very complicated, an indescribable feeling.

It was as if she was at the end of the soft cloud, and the feeling of unreality permeated her whole body.

She never thought that one day, a man would squat down and wash shoes for her, and this man was Rong Si.

He is such a proud and noble person, yet he washes her feet?

Yan Zitong felt that she must be dreaming.Otherwise, this is completely impossible.

He twisted his right hand to his thigh.

Pain came.

"It hurts?" He raised his eyes, staring directly at her with eyes as deep as the sea, and asked slowly.

"Ah?" Yan Zitong looked at him in astonishment, then shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a small injury."

She thought he was asking about the scratch on his foot.For her, it really didn't hurt.How can the pain on the skin compare with the pain on the soul?

What's more, it's just a little scratch.

To her, Yan Yuewen's attitude towards her was the most painful.

Now, of course, the pain period is over and I am completely numb.The most painful thing is that three years ago, she couldn't believe that her father would drug her and send her to a man's bed for his so-called benefits.

It took her a full month to accept, digest, and accept this fact.

Fortunately, she has a Yang Yanhe by her side, a Yang Lihe who is not like a person but is better than a relative.

Rong Si put her feet on his lap, took the towel, wiped the water stains for her, squinted at her, and said calmly, "If it doesn't hurt, you can twist it a little harder. "

"..."

Yan Zitong was speechless for a moment, and realized that the "pain" he asked just now was not the injury on her foot, but the movement of her twisting her own thigh.

With a bit of embarrassment on his face, he smiled dryly at him, but what he got in exchange was just a cool white eye.

Put her wounded foot on his own, and carefully dry it with a towel.

Then he sat down on the sofa, directly grabbed her injured leg and put it on his lap, took another ointment, and rubbed it gently for her.

A cool feeling came from his feet, and every place he wiped with his fingertips felt a burning temperature.

Yan Zitong stared at his feet in a daze, his eyes were locked on his fingers, his eyes were confusing and vague.

"Rong Si." She called his name softly, her eyes moved from his fingertips to his face.

"Say." He didn't raise his eyes, and continued to gently rub the medicine on her, but he said a very concise word as if pardoning the world.

Her beauty was flowing, she stared at him with gusto, the tip of her tongue lightly traced the edge of her lips inadvertently, as if she had made a big decision and asked seriously, "Why are you being so nice to me?"

The movement of his fingertips paused slightly, and he raised his eyes to meet hers.

As they looked at each other, an electric current passed between them.

The burning eyes stared at him for a moment, and the thin lips parted slightly, and said long and slowly: "Then who do you think I should treat better?"

(End of this chapter)