Seeing that Ning Rongrong's hair was dry, Su Yu set her on a nearby chair, gently crouched down, and took hold of her ankle.
Ning Rongrong drew her leg back a little in embarrassment. After all, her feet were a rather sensitive spot.
Noticing her flinch, Su Yu paused and looked up at her, his gaze gentle:
"Don't move. Let me see whether you've rubbed the soles of your feet raw."
Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed slightly, but she obediently stopped moving, though her toes curled instinctively.
His fingers were warm as he gently held her slender ankle. With his other hand, he lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her fair ankle.
Sunlight fell across the top of her foot, revealing several faint red marks.
Su Yu's touch was very light. His fingertips brushed over her sole, and sure enough, he found two small blisters.
"You've even got blisters, and you were just saying you were fine."
He shook his head helplessly and took a small bottle of ointment from his Soul Tool.
"Sss..."
When the ointment touched the blisters, Ning Rongrong couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath, but she didn't pull her foot back again. She merely bit her lip and watched his focused expression.
His eyelashes were long, casting faint shadows beneath his eyes when he lowered them. His earnestness sent a wave of warmth through her heart.
"Bear with it. With this ointment on, it won't hurt tomorrow."
Su Yu softened his voice further, carefully spreading the ointment evenly with his fingertips.
Watching him crouched before her, Ning Rongrong suddenly felt that the exhaustion from running and the pain in her feet amounted to nothing. She said softly:
"Big Brother Husband, thank you."
Su Yu looked up and smiled, lowered her foot, and straightened her skirt