Sun Zhe carried Zhu Yan into the living room, gently placing her on the sofa before attentively taking off her high heels for her.
Zhu Yan stared at Sun Zhe's handsome, focused profile, her eyes seemingly glowing with deep affection.
"Ah Zhe..."
"Hmm? What is it, Your Majesty?"
"It's nothing."
Watching Zhu Yan, who would occasionally frown or purse her lips, Sun Zhe was suddenly amused. "Step-mom, are you still holding up? Should I take it out for you now?"
The strong-willed Zhu Yan rolled her eyes and turned her face away. "I don't feel a thing."
"Really?"
"Hmm... really," Zhu Yan's voice was soft, as if from a guilty conscience.
Sun Zhe moved to sit beside her and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Then why do you look so uncomfortable?"
Zhu Yan said coyly, "It's because I was on my feet all day. My feet are sore."
