"It itches...stop..." Su Wantang couldn't help but laugh out loud, her toes curling up.

"Don't move." Lu Linchuan said in a deep voice, but his large hand held her heel more firmly, kneading her soles and ankles with moderate force.

He massaged very professionally, accurately locating every acupoint that caused soreness and swelling. Su Wantang felt a surge of heat rush up from the soles of her feet, and the fatigue in her legs dissipated considerably.

She watched as the man lowered his head, intently massaging her, stray hairs falling across his forehead and obscuring his deep eyes. Under the light, the strong lines of his profile appeared exceptionally soft.

This man, a fierce tiger who strikes fear into the hearts of his enemies outside, is willing to bend down and wash her feet at home.

Su Wantang's heart softened completely.

After washing her feet, Lu Linchuan took a dry towel and carefully wiped the water droplets off her feet, even between her toes, until they were completely clean.

After doing all this, he did not get up.

He picked up a bottle of semi-transparent ointment from the bedside table, poured it into his palm and rubbed it to warm it up, then stared intently at Su Wantang's high, protruding belly.

"The doctor said to apply it every day."

Su Wantang's cheeks burned even hotter.

She obediently lifted her loose nightgown, revealing her round belly.

As her pregnancy progressed, her belly swelled up like an inflating balloon, gleaming under the light.

Lu Linchuan's breathing became heavier.

His large, calloused hands, covered with warm ointment, carefully applied it.

His movements were very light and slow, as if he were handling a rare treasure. He started from the navel and massaged in circles outwards.

The rough palms and delicate skin formed a striking contrast.

"Lin Chuan," Su Wantang's voice was slightly unsteady, "Do you think they'll think Dad's hands are too rough?"

Lu Linchuan paused in his movements.

He raised his head, a rare smile flashing in his dark eyes, his deep voice carrying an undeniable domineering air.

"No, I won't." Su Wantang was amused by him, her heart bubbling with sweetness.

The man's hand continued to roam over her abdomen, his gaze scrutinizing every inch. As he looked, his brow furrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Su Wantang's heart tightened.

“Not a single line.” Lu Linchuan murmured.

He had heard that pregnant women would develop red stretch marks on their bellies to some extent. But Su Wantang's belly, apart from being taut from stretching, was as smooth and white as a piece of fine warm jade.

Su Wantang raised her chin smugly, but secretly she was laughing to herself.

Of course! Look who's taking care of the baby. She drinks spiritual spring water every day, and forget about stretch marks, her skin even looks better than before.

"That's because you've taken good care of me," Su Wantang said with a smile. "Loving someone is like growing a flower, and you've taken very good care of me."

The man gazed deeply at her and kissed her smooth forehead.

Lu Linchuan massaged her for a while until he felt the ointment was fully absorbed, then reluctantly withdrew his hand, carefully tucking her clothes in and covering her with the blanket.

"Alright, go to sleep," the man said softly.

"Mmm." Su Wantang was helped to lie down by Lu Linchuan. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)