Lu Yuanfeng's face, which was already quite red, suddenly turned the color of a cooked shrimp shell.
He didn't dare to look at Mu Shuangshuang, his eyes darting around nervously.
Mu Shuangshuang noticed his shy demeanor and, worrying that he might catch a cold, said directly, "Sit properly, I'll take your shoes off for you!"
No sooner had she spoken than Lu Yuanfeng sprang to his feet.
"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself!" he said.
Lu Yuanfeng was more than willing to serve Mu Shuangshuang every day; he hardly dared to let her serve him!
Moreover, isn't a wife supposed to be loved and spoiled?
If he lets her do everything, what's the difference between him and a pig?
Lu Yuanfeng adamantly refused to let Mu Shuangshuang wash his feet. He even picked her up and placed her on the bed, tucking the blanket around her snugly, leaving only her big, round eyes exposed!
Mu Shuangshuang was amused by his actions and didn't insist on washing his feet.
