Chapter 67: You Just Can't Stand to See Shen Mingzhu Doing Well, Can You?

"Pei Yang, don't do this."

Pei Yang hung his head, his handsome face somewhat dim, "I have never even washed my mother's feet like this."

Shen Mingzhu felt as if there was cotton stuck in her throat, and suddenly she became speechless.

In the living room, only the faint sound of water and the man's low voice could be heard.

"My mother toiled for us her whole life, and her feet were definitely not as delicate and smooth as yours. Sometimes I wonder if it's because I was such an unfilial son, making her work too hard, that she passed away so early. Her only wish before she died was for me to marry a wife. No matter how badly I behaved, I couldn't let her rest uneasy even after death, so I married you."

"Mingzhu."

The man suddenly looked up at her, "I know I'm not a good husband, and it's right for you to blame me in your heart."

Taking advantage of Pei Yang's relaxed grip, Shen Mingzhu pulled her foot back and quickly grabbed the towel next to her to wipe the water off her feet.