Lin Tian immediately said, "Don't worry, it'll be your turn soon."
Huang Yingying finally showed a satisfied expression.
"What about me?" Zhou Yazhi also asked.
"You're not included." Lin Tian said without looking up.
Zhou Yazhi immediately protested, clinging to Lin Tian like a sticky dog, pestering him to help her wash her feet.
Having no choice, Lin Tian had to agree.
Zhou Xinlan's feet were white and tender, and also chubby, giving them a baby-fat feel.
Furthermore, Zhou Xinlan's feet had a light, pleasant fragrance.
Lin Tian, unable to let go, held Zhou Xinlan's beautiful feet as he scrubbed them, but even after a long time, the water in the washbowl remained clean and clear.
"Little Aunt, your feet are so clean. Look, after washing for so long, the water is still so clear," Lin Tian said.
"Nonsense, I wash my feet daily, unlike you who washes them only once a week," Zhou Xinlan said shyly.
