Why He Liked An Nuan (Chapter Titles Let Readers Decide at a Glance Whether to Read Them)

After leading An Nuan into his bedroom, Liu Chang'an had her sit on the edge of the bed.

An Nuan felt as though Liu Chang'an had finally lured her away. With both hands braced against the bed and her calves stretched straight out, she looked around his room.

It was simple yet neat and tidy. The sheets and duvet cover were all in extremely minimalist solid colors, and there were only two pillows, both rather high. Fortunately, An Nuan had fallen asleep with her head on his arm a few times before, so she did not find it hard to adjust.

There was no particularly distinctive scent in the room... Mainly because she had gotten used to his scent. Other people might find it especially fresh and comforting.

Just then, Liu Chang'an came in carrying a basin of hot water.

"Our Liu family has a tradition: men have to wash their wives' feet every now and then." Liu Chang'an set the basin by An Nuan's feet.

"Really?" An Nuan could not help laughing. She suspected he had made it up on the spot, but who would not like such a fabrication?

"Really." Liu Chang'an untied her shoelaces, held her ankle as he removed her shoe, then peeled off her no-show sock, revealing her smooth, fair little foot.

He gave the sole a squeeze. It was soft, and her arch tensed slightly. When his thumb rubbed it, she curled her leg back and giggled.

After both feet were placed in the hot water, An Nuan could not stop a pleased moan from escaping. Though she had gone to foot massage parlors with her mother before and soaked her feet in all sorts of treatments, none of them seemed to have felt as good as today.

It was psychological.

"I feel very