Misunderstand!I didn't mean to run with the ball

When Ren Yi returned home, Xia Shu was coming out with water for washing his feet, and the time was just right.

Ren Yi smiled helplessly, took off his shoes and walked over, Xia Shu squatted on the ground and skillfully rolled up his trouser legs, and put his feet into the water with moderate temperature.

Ren Yi looked at his low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "You don't have to be like this."

Xia Shu paused for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "I like this."

His voice was warm and pleasant, he skillfully lifted Ren Yi's feet, massaged his ankles, and Ren Jushang sighed comfortably.

Xia Shu asked: "Have you worked hard today?"

Ren Yi works as an executive in a well-known local company. His daily work is complicated, but in terms of hard work, it is not unreasonable.

Ren Yi whispered: "It's not hard."

Xia Shu asked again: "Does the foot... hurt?"

There was a small hemorrhoid in the corner of Xia Shu's left eye, and when he bowed his head, he felt a little pitiful, and there was a trace of grievance on his fair and clean face, Ren Yi looked at him twice, then chuckled, and rubbed his cheek Hair: "It doesn't hurt, brat."

Xia Shu's brows were still slightly frowned, and he didn't let go. His expression was pious and serious. His fingers were white and delicate, and the massage movements were done by him, just like making an exquisite handicraft. Ren Yi couldn't help but look straight at him. .

The door was opened, and a young woman came in. The woman was not surprised when she saw the actions of the two of them. She glanced at them as if she was used to it, then put down her backpack, rolled up her hair and walked towards the kitchen.