Chapter 1950: Gao Zhe, I Want to Soak My Feet

“Just find any movie.”

Lu Zhenzhen tossed the remote over, Gao Zhe caught it, and found an older comedy to watch.

Lu Zhenzhen sat on the sofa hugging a llama plushie, while Gao Zhe didn’t know whether he should sit or stand, stay or leave. The living room fell into a cold silence, making the laughter from the movie seem especially harmonious.

Gao Zhe sighed and went to the dining room to slice some fruits, peeling grapes, and placing them in a sectioned fruit tray. He inserted a strawberry-stemmed fruit fork and brought it back to the living room.

Lu Zhenzhen glanced at it, “No apples?”

“There are.”

He returned to the dining room and felt the apples, noticing a layer of water on the skin. They had been in the fridge for several days, probably with cold cores. He dried them with a napkin, planning to warm them in his hands before slicing.

Lu Zhenzhen didn’t call him, her back to him as she watched the movie.

A moment later, Gao Zhe returned with sliced apples, offering a piece to her.

Lu Zhenzhen glanced down slightly but didn’t reach out to take it, nor did she say she wouldn’t eat.

Gao Zhe carefully observed her expression, leaned down near her, and brought the apple to her mouth. Lu Zhenzhen didn’t turn her head, opening her mouth at just the right moment to bite.

After feeding her three pieces, Lu Zhenzhen refused to eat more. He offered grapes, she only ate two, then wouldn’t eat more.

“What did you eat at Elder Jiang’s tonight? How much? Were you full?” Gao Zhe glanced at his watch, “At this hour, should I make you a midnight snack? What do you want to eat?”

Lu Zhenzhen remained silent, not even bothering to say “whatever.”

But Gao Zhe knew she was hungry; she always craved late in the evening. There were snacks at home, but he rarely let her eat those puffed snacks late at night, preferring to cook personally.

It didn’t matter what she ate, as long as he cooked it. She wasn’t picky and only needed one portion each time. Lu Zhenzhen would eat a couple of bites to satisfy her craving, leaving the rest for Gao Zhe to finish.

He planned to check the fridge for something ready-made when Lu Zhenzhen suddenly called him, “Gao Zhe.”

“Yes?”

“I want a foot bath.”

“Would you prefer a midnight snack or a foot bath first?”

Lu Zhenzhen said, “Don’t want to eat, want the foot bath.”

“Alright, hang on.”

Gao Zhe quickly returned, carrying a pink basin. He placed the hot water at Lu Zhenzhen’s feet and squatted down to hold her foot. But Lu Zhenzhen drew back slightly, “What’s with this ugly basin? Where’s my foot bath bucket?”

Gao Zhe knelt with one knee, propping his arm on the bent knee, “Broken.”

She didn’t believe it, “All several multifunctional ones broken?”

“Yes,” Gao Zhe didn’t even blink, “They all short-circuited.”

Lu Zhenzhen scoffed, “How convenient, all eight or nine short-circuited together.”

“This works too, I’ll help you massage.”

Gao Zhe set her foot in the basin, selfishly wanting to serve her out of indebtedness.

He also brought a pot of hot water, in a similarly pink hue.

Though Lu Zhenzhen usually dressed like a bombshell outside, either in all black or all red suits for events with various characterizing outfits, at home, she loved wearing SpongeBob-printed two-piece pajamas. The pants had Patrick Star’s large face printed on them, made of pleated fabric with puff sleeves. Comfort was her priority. Her wardrobe’s strappy tops and thigh-high skirts were only donned when she intentionally wanted to seduce him.