Chapter 217: Washing Feet
"I can wash it myself."
Although she said that she was Li Jingshen's wife and that it was okay for husband and wife to be frank with each other, she felt uncomfortable every time he touched her.
This kind of meaningless resistance happens every day in the hospital, and the final result is of course that Li Jingshen carries her in, strips her naked, and puts her in hot water.
Chinese medicine soaked in hot water can relieve nerves. Li Jingshen said it was a bath, so he would definitely not have any other thoughts.
Shen Zhichu still has many scars on her body. The marks of cold branding cannot be removed, and even laser surgery will leave faint marks. The scars on her back can only be described as hideous.
As if it had been corroded by something, the hideous red scars were uneven and bumpy. Looking at these wounds, Li Jingshen thought of the miserable appearance of Shen Zhichu covered in blood at that time.
No matter how many times he saw it, he felt pain. He still hadn't found out who the real person who hurt Shen Zhichu was. He had wanted to start with Chen Jiaxing, but when he found him, he was already dead, and the murderer didn't leave any trace.
Shen Zhichu could feel Li Jingshen's hands trembling. Shen Zhichu couldn't see her back but she could see her front, such as the wounds on her collarbone and chest. These wounds undoubtedly told her how dangerous the car accident was. It was said that a small piece of glass had pierced her collarbone and slightly deviated upwards to penetrate her artery.
She was also lucky and her face was not injured in such a dangerous car accident.
Li Jingshen was very attentive when bathing Shen Zhichu, and his movements were careful. The water temperature in the bathtub remained constant and did not drop. He simply sat down.
"Chu Chu, stretch out your feet."
Chen Zhichu's body was so soft from soaking that he stretched out his feet obediently like a cat.
Li Jingshen held her ankles and massaged them. She was ticklish and tried to pull back several times but Li Jingshen held her tightly.
Shen Zhichu's face was red, she didn't know if it was because of embarrassment or the hot water. If she hadn't known that this person was her husband, she would never have imagined that someone of his status would actually be so humble as to give her a bath and massage her feet.
"Did you often massage people's feet before?" Shen Zhichu asked.
Li Jingshen rubbed the flesh on the soles of her feet: "I only massaged you, and that was during the time you were in the hospital." He paused, then said, "Zhichu, I treated you badly in the past, but I will always treat you well now and in the future. I will love you for the rest of my life."
Li Jingshen rarely said sweet words, and it would be more accurate to say that they were promises he made rather than sweet words.
It also proves the saying that we only know how to cherish something when we lose it.
He didn't want to lie to Shen Zhichu forever, because he didn't know when Shen Zhichu would remember it.
When Shen Zhichu regains her memory, if she knows that he has been deceiving her when she lost her memory, she will probably hate himself even more. However, he really wants Shen Zhichu to accept him as soon as possible, and he is too trapped in this lie.
If possible, he hopes that Shen Zhichu will never remember it for the rest of his life, but is this possible?
Even the hypnotist is not 100% sure.
Seeing his slightly heavy face, Shen Zhichu raised her foot slightly and pressed it against her chest: "That depends on your performance."
The stone that was weighing on his heart suddenly fell. Li Jingshen curled the corners of his lips and looked at Shen Zhichu's foot against his heart. It was obviously an ordinary action, but he was tickled by it. He grabbed her foot and asked, "Where do you want to see my performance?"
Shen Zhichu was about to speak when the sole of her foot was tickled. She giggled and, because she was ticklish, she reflexively raised her foot and kicked Li Jingshen, splashing water on his face.
Shen Zhichu felt a little guilty, but refused to admit his fault, and raised his chin slightly, looking arrogant because of his favor.
"I'm ticklish. Who told you to tickle the soles of my feet?"
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