Jian Yanyan looked at him, his face under the dim light was soft and gentle, like water.
She was used to seeing his playful expression; it was the first time she saw him so gentle, and she couldn't help but stare at him a little dazed.
There was a feeling of something soothing, that warm feeling like drinking hot tea in winter gently creeping in.
"What's the matter?" Seeing Jian Yanyan's dazed look, he asked nervously, "Does it hurt?"
Jian Yanyan quickly collected her thoughts, shook her head, and said, "It doesn't hurt."
Su Junhao was extremely gentle, helping her wash her feet.
Jian Yanyan never thought that one day, this man known as one of Jiang City's three young masters, Su, would squat in front of her washing her feet. She never thought such a noble man would do so much for her.
