Su Qingyue was about to bend over to put on her shoes when Xiao Yuchuan crouched by the bed and picked up her embroidered shoe first, holding her foot in one hand.
She tried to move her foot away, "Third brother, what are you doing?"
He looked up at her while still crouching, "Helping you with your shoes, can't you tell?"
"I can tell. But... I can put them on myself." Qingyue's face flashed with embarrassment.
He chuckled, "I like helping my wife with her shoes..." His large palm gestured over her little feet, "Wife, your feet are so small, dainty, and pretty..."
As he spoke, he carefully helped her slip on both shoes.
Qingyue, looking at his handsome face with a hint of roguishness, felt deeply moved.
In this era of male superiority and female inferiority, whether among the rich or the poor, men would never stoop to put on shoes for women, as it would be deemed undignified for the men of the time.