After a while, Song Shengsheng saw that he really didn't want to play with her, so she had to give up. She stood up with her gloves and jumped off the boxing ring.

After walking a few steps, she looked back at Jiang Yiyu who had just sat up. Seeing her suddenly look back, Jiang Yiyu thought she was still unwilling to give up, so he quickly lay down again and pretended to be dead. At the end, he did not forget to shout: "I am dead, do not disturb me."

Song Shengsheng laughed out loud, and she deliberately asked, "Should I wait for you to come home?"

Jiang Yiyu sat up suddenly after hearing that. He held his gloves and jumped off the boxing ring in a few seconds. He trotted after him and said, "Going home? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Let's go back together."

In the evening, after washing up, Song Shengsheng sat in the study and continued reading documents.

Jiang Yiyu didn't know when he bought a foot bath bucket and a bunch of miscellaneous foot bath bags. He moved a small wooden stool and sat in the bathroom in the living room. Facing the light, he frowned and carefully studied the instructions of the foot bath bucket.

After studying for a while, he threw a bag of foot bath bags into the bucket, pushed the bucket into the shower room, adjusted the water temperature, and put the shower head into the bucket.

After a while, when the water in the bucket rose halfway, he bent down and reached out to test the water temperature, and thought about the short video he had seen before, which said that girls generally like the water temperature to be higher when soaking their feet.

He turned the shower head toward the hot water again.

After the water was put in, he reached out to test the temperature again, but his fingertips were scalded as soon as they went in. He hissed, looked at the steaming foot bath tub, and nodded with satisfaction. Song Shengsheng would definitely like this temperature.

Thinking of this, he happily carried the foot bath bucket and knocked on the door of the study.

After entering the door, Song Shengsheng asked him what he was doing?

Jiang Yiyu, with a face full of praise, placed the bucket on the ground beside her, then grabbed the armrest of her chair and turned it around: "Soak your feet!"

Song Shengsheng put down the tablet in his hand, looked down at the steaming basin, and frowned in embarrassment: "Um... don't you think that this water temperature may be suitable for more than just soaking your feet?"

"Soaking your feet in hot water is good for your health and can help you sleep. It has so many benefits anyway." Jiang Yiyu said as he knelt on one knee and gently picked up her feet, as if to put them in the footbath. Song Shengsheng was so scared that she quickly grabbed the armrest of the chair and shrank back: "No, no, the water you poured is too hot. If I put my feet in, I'll have to go to the hospital."

"No, I just tried it. This foot bath tub heats itself, so it looks hot and scary, but the water temperature is actually just right. I just tried it, and it's totally fine. It's very comfortable."

Song Shengsheng shook her head like a rattle: "I don't want it, I don't want to soak, you play by yourself." As she spoke, she retracted her feet. Jiang Yiyu refused to let go. In the panic of pushing and tug of war, Song Shengsheng accidentally kicked his chin. She felt that the kick was quite heavy, and Jiang Yiyu let her go.

The two of them were stunned for a few seconds. Song Shengsheng leaned over, holding his face with concern, and apologized guiltily: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Jiang Yiyu lowered his eyes to glance at the foot bath tub he had carefully prepared, which was still emitting steam, and said, "How about we both take a step back and join together?"

Song Shengsheng lowered his head to look at the basin of water, then looked at Jiang Yiyu who was looking at him pitifully, and finally softened his heart and nodded.

Jiang Yiyu stood up and brought a chair, sitting down opposite her. Song Shengsheng put her foot on the back of his foot. Before she put her foot inside, she could already feel the burning temperature. She looked up at Jiang Yiyu and asked him again, "Are you really not going to add some cold water in it?"

Jiang Yiyu forced himself to be confident: "No, there's no need. The temperature is just right. I think it's just right."

Song Shengsheng swallowed nervously, made up her mind, and followed him to put her foot down. But before she could say anything else, Jiang Yiyu, who had just put his heel in, couldn't help but pull his foot back.

He cleared his throat, touched the bridge of his nose, and said a little embarrassedly: "Well, I think this bucket can be heated continuously, so we should add some cold water appropriately."

Song Shengsheng nodded, agreed with him, and affirmed him: "I think what you said makes sense."

While Jiang Yiyu was fetching cold water, Song Shengsheng bent down, put her hand into the bucket and tested the water temperature. This test, combined with Jiang Yiyu's assurance that the water temperature was just right, gave her every reason to suspect that Jiang Yiyu wanted to harm her.

She looked at her red hands, and before Jiang Yiyu came in with cold water, she quickly shook the water off her hands and hid them behind her back.

"Hey, honey, let me tell you, even though we need to add cold water, we can't add too much. If the water temperature is too cold, it won't be effective for foot soaking." He tested the water temperature with his hand while slowly pouring cold water into the bucket. "Foot soaking is all about seeking a stimulating and comfortable feeling. Hot water is the most comfortable! This is the highest level of foot soaking."

Song Shengsheng knew that he was talking nonsense to make excuses for himself, but he still cooperated and nodded.

"Okay, the water temperature is perfect now, you try it." Jiang Yiyu put down the basin in his hand and looked at her expectantly, his eyes full of affection and water.

Song Shengsheng couldn't stand him looking at her like that, but for her own safety, she held back her soft heart and pointed at his feet: "Try it first."

Jiang Yiyu smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Well, I've told the story of the boy who cried wolf too many times, and the lamb really doesn't believe me anymore." He stood up and sat down, slowly putting his feet in: "Look, is it okay? It's very comfortable. You will regret it if you don't soak it!" He took his feet out and waited for Song Shengsheng to put his feet on the back of his feet.

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