Naomi Kenway glanced down at him, feeling the warmth on her feet. "It's perfect."
Crouching down, Ethan Shaw began to wash Naomi Kenway's feet, gently massaging her ankles and calves to relieve the muscle soreness.
His palms were burning hot, and the skin on Naomi's calves was rather sensitive, so she instinctively pulled back a little.
"What's wrong?" Ethan Shaw looked up. "Am I using too much force?"
"No..." Naomi Kenway said, sitting on the bed and looking down at Ethan Shaw. 'They say a focused man is the most handsome, and looking at him now, it's definitely true.' She felt an inexplicable blush creep up her face and heat up her ears. "Let me do it myself. I'm not used to other people washing my feet."
Ethan Shaw didn't agree, simply asking, "Can you even bend over right now?"
