At her words, Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face flushed red.
She looked down and saw that, sure enough, a trail of faint dusty footprints marked the path she had taken.
"I'm sorry, Master. I..."
"Go fetch a basin of water and wipe the floor clean."
Chen Xuan cut off her apology.
"Yes."
Zhu Zhuqing didn't dare delay. She hurried out, and with Ning Rongrong's directions, soon returned carrying a basin of clean water and a fresh cloth.
She went to the center of the study, crouched down, and began carefully wiping away the footprints.
She worked earnestly, but awkwardly.
Ever since she was little, she'd been waited on by others. She'd never done this kind of menial work.
But she didn't complain at all. She simply wiped the floor in silence, bit by bit, until it gleamed like new.
Chen Xuan watched her.
He watched the way her crouching posture accentuated her astonishing curves.
He watched a few unruly strands of her dark hair fall against her fair neck.
At last, his gaze settled on the direction she was wiping.
Bit by bit, she was working her way toward the couch where he sat.
And Chen Xuan's feet rested casually on the floor in front of it.
His feet were very clean.
They were even perfect.
Their shape was long and slender, their skin fair, their nails neatly trimmed and gleaming with a faint jade sheen. They were utterly flawless.
As Zhu Zhuqing wiped the floor, she soon reached the couch.
She saw those feet.
Feet more exquisite and beautiful than a woman's.
Her movements faltered.
"Why did you stop?"
Chen Xuan's voice came from above her.
"It's... it's nothing."
Zhu Zhuqing came back to herself, her face warming.
She lowered her head and continued wiping, carefully avoiding his feet.
But