After enjoying the reward of changing the beautiful girl's shoes, Chen Bing grabbed Xiao Shang's ankle, and then, to her shy surprise, rolled up his trouser leg and kissed her calf.
After finishing all this, Shang Yunmiao belatedly asked, "Mom...isn't Mom home?"
Having anticipated this, Chen Bing gentlemanly extended his hand to help Shang Yunmiao to her feet while replying, "She shouldn't be here. I had Yueyue call her out shopping last night."
Hearing this, Shang Yunmiao knew that Chen Bing had deliberately transferred the mothers away, and she suddenly felt a little relieved.
Why does it feel good? Because think about it, if only Shang Yunmiao were to put so much effort into "submitting the manuscript" today, wouldn't that be too embarrassing?
If Chen Bing has also made preparations for this, then the two-way trip seems less unacceptable.
One-sided devotion is nothing but pathetic sycophancy, while mutual commitment is what makes love beautiful.
With this in mind, Shang Yunmiao became more accepting of submitting the manuscript later.
After changing into slippers, Shang Yunmiao intended to go to the kitchen to prepare something to eat for Chen Bing, since the two of them hadn't had lunch yet. But to her surprise, Chen Bing was in a great hurry and insisted that she submit her manuscript first.
Left with no other choice, Shang Yunmiao had to abandon her plan to wash her feet first and obediently comply with Chen Bing's request.
At Shang Yunmiao's home, Chen Bing took the girl's hand and led her to her bedroom. Then, he busied himself running to the bathroom to fetch a basin of hot water and bring back two bars of soap.
After thinking for a moment about what else he might have forgotten, he realized he had forgotten his towel.
But not having a towel shouldn't be a big problem; I can lick it myself after I'm done washing...
Cough cough cough! No, no, I meant I could use my clothes to wipe it.
Although he had this plan, Shang Yunmiao reminded him of the towel's location after noticing that there was no towel.
Ugh, getting a towel is such a hassle. I'll just use my clothes to wipe myself later.
After thinking about it for a moment, Chen Bing followed Xiao Shang's instructions and immediately ran out of the room to fetch the towel Shang Yunmiao had used to wipe her feet.
After everything was ready, he knelt on one knee and imagined himself as a good husband who would wash his wife's feet after marriage, instead of some sleazy slut.
Guided by this idea, Chen Bing's eyes actually became clearer.
"Here I come, baby?"
Having come this far, what else could Shang Yunmiao say? She could only slowly stretch out her foot, then cover her mouth with one hand and shyly whisper, "Mmm..."
After receiving permission, Chen Bing reached out and grabbed Xiao Shang's feet, then deftly pulled off her two black socks.
After testing the water temperature with her hand to make sure it was okay, Chen Bing gently placed Shang Yunmiao's feet into the basin.
Is it hot?
"It's alright..." Shang Yunmiao couldn't tell whether it was hot or not anymore, because under her gaze, Chen Bing's large, muscular, and well-defined hands were gripping her feet and carefully cleaning them from top to bottom and from left to right.
At first, Shang Yunmiao felt embarrassed, but later, all she felt was joy.
It turns out that the foot washing Chen Bing described wasn't as awkward or embarrassing as one might imagine; on the contrary, it was gentle and cozy.
Warm water and soft fingertips kiss your feet, making you feel relaxed while also bringing other thoughts to mind.
I remember when I was in first, second, or third grade, every Mother's Day and Father's Day, the teacher would ask the students to go home and wash their parents' feet. This embodies the traditional virtue of filial piety.
In general, feet are considered a private and dirty part of the body, as they are used for walking. Therefore, people who wash each other's feet undoubtedly have a very close relationship.
This intimacy shouldn't be linked to romantic love, nor should it be shameful. Because the meaning of foot-washing culture should be intimacy, inclusiveness, and cherishing…
Five minutes later, after washing her feet thoroughly, Chen Bing added some more hot water to the basin, then sat down next to Shang Yunmiao with a grin and said, "Little friend, sit over there, I want to wash my feet too."
Shang Yunmiao obediently moved to the side, allowing Chen Bing to take off her socks and put her feet in as well.
Although mid-October isn't the best time to wash your feet, the act of washing your feet is comfortable enough. What's more, you have your adorable childhood friend by your side to wash your feet with.
With warm water covering his feet, Chen Bing stretched comfortably and said with great pleasure, "My beloved concubine, wash my feet."
Puffing out her cheeks, Xiao Shang jokingly remarked, "You haven't even dried my feet yet, how can you say you're done washing them?"
Although she said that, Xiao Shang still obediently took her own towel, preparing to dry her feet before washing Chen Bing's feet.
Just then, Chen Bing reached out and stopped Xiao Shang, saying generously and kindly, "There's no need for such trouble. I am kind-hearted, my beloved consort can wash it for me with her feet."
Upon hearing this, Shang Yunmiao didn't feel anything was wrong. She leaned into Chen Bing's arms with a smile and began working seriously.
At first, she worked quite diligently, but later, under Chen Bing's guidance, she gradually became mischievous.
In the end, the two were practically splashing around in the basin with their feet, playing a game of "who could put their feet on top of the other and step on them."
Their laughter suggested they were more like siblings than lovers, which better captured their mood at that moment.
After playing for a while, the two helped each other wipe their feet and then lay down on the bed.
Feeling happy and joyful, Shang Yunmiao snuggled closer to Chen Bing, smiling but not saying a word.
"How was it? Washing your feet with me felt nice, right?"
Smoothing Shang Yunmiao's hair, Chen Bing heard the little girl say, "Hmm...it feels very comfortable."
"Do you still want it in the future?"
"I want to wait until it snows this winter, then we'll put on our thickest clothes and go to the yard to build a snowman. When we get cold, we'll go back inside and soak our feet together. When we're warm, we'll snuggle under the covers and play on our phones together."
Upon hearing this vision, Chen Bing clapped her hands in approval. "I never expected that the clever Shang Yunmiao could even apply what she'd learned to other situations!"
Okay! Let's do that next time it snows!
After a moment of joy, Chen Bing saw Shang Yunmiao in her arms raise her head, smiling happily as she said with emotion, "Chen Bing, I used to think it was perverted that you liked my feet so much and always wanted to wash them for me, but now I don't think so anymore."
There's nothing wrong with washing feet together, right? Even though feet are a dirty place, close friends and family will still wash them together with understanding and care. It's so gentle and sweet; I love that warm feeling.
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