After a careful inspection,
Gu Ya found that his little wife's foot was only bruised around the ankle.
No other place was injured.
"Husband, I haven't washed my feet yet."
Su Yunjin gazed at Gu Ya.
It was a kind reminder.
Gu Ya, unconcerned, glanced at his little wife, "So what?" To Gu Ya, everything about his little wife was fragrant, not to mention that her feet had no odor whatsoever, even emitting the same faint fragrance that wafted from her body. Even if his little wife smelled,
Gu Ya would not dislike her.
His own woman, good or bad, was his own. What was there to dislike? Gu Ya appeared indifferent, leaving Su Yunjin with nothing to say.
His little wife's ankle was red, so Gu Ya planned to get some alcohol to rub on it, "Yunjin, you sit here and wait for me, I'll go to the kitchen."
With that, Gu Ya left and Su Yunjin looked at her own two feet.
Pale and
clean.
But thinking about how close Gu Ya had been just now, Su Yunjin still felt a little embarrassed.