She smiled.

He glanced sideways at the diners on the side who were peeking and snickering in this direction.

What are you looking at?

Have you never seen others show affection?

After eating and drinking, the two returned to the inn.

"Qing'er, you rest first, I'll go to the backyard to get a basin of hot water."

He picked up the tub and left the house.

Soon, he returned to the house with a basin full of hot water.

Yang Ruoqing sat on the stool beside the table, holding a bowl of hot tea in her hand, her beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

He put the wooden basin in front of her and leaned over to touch her forehead.

He touched his own again.

"It's not hot..." he murmured.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyes and gave him a smile.

"I don't have a fever, but my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I'm afraid I drank the cold wind," she said.

"I made some hot water, boiled my feet, and went to lie down on the bed."

As he spoke, his tall body squatted down.

He held one of her little feet and took off her shoes and socks.

Yang Ruoqing was slightly startled.

"How can I ask you, a man, to wash my feet? I will do it myself!"

She tried to pull her foot back, but he stopped her.

“There are not so many taboos!”

he said.

Soak her little feet in the warm water.

Then he took off the shoes and socks on her other foot.

Her feet were ice colder than ice cubes.

He can hold it in the palm of his hand.

Is the girl freezing?
Chapter completed!