"You're limping and you still say you're fine?"
The staff member following the group asked, "Did Lu Yan sprain her ankle? Should we stop and rest?"
Zhuang Yan asked, "How much further is it?"
“If we keep going at this pace, we’ll be there in twenty minutes. Here’s what we’ll do: Zhuang Yan, you carry Lu Yan, and we’ll carry the rest of the luggage. We don’t have much luggage, so we can share it.”
Is this appropriate?
“Why is it inappropriate? The director arranged for us to follow along to prevent such ‘accidents’ from happening. Since Lu Yan’s foot is injured, we should prioritize her.”
An Xinrong leaned closer: "Did you really sprain your ankle? When did this happen?"
Jiang Ning also stared curiously at Lu Yan's feet. She had been following behind and hadn't noticed that Lu Yan had twisted her ankle.
After receiving an affirmative answer, Zhuang Yan took off his luggage and squatted down: "Get on, I'll carry you for the last part."
"She's faking it, isn't she?" Xia Wan's group arrived and heard the commotion from afar. When they heard that Lu Yan had twisted her ankle and needed Zhuang Yan to carry her, her first thought was that she was faking it.
When facing Lu Yan, Xia Wan couldn't help but be sarcastic: "Pretending to be injured and seeking comfort in a man's arms is one of her usual tricks."
She's just like a green tea bitch.
“We are all carrying our luggage uphill, but some people only know how to cheat and shirk their responsibilities. They even try to be clever when climbing a mountain.”
In Xia Wan's eyes, Lu Yan was like a prostitute who flirted with others. As an observer, she had watched Lu Yan make up all sorts of excuses to be promiscuous with Zhuang Yan in the observation room.
Wearing an apron while cooking, cutting his hair and shaving his beard, and doing crafts on their first date... Even though so much time has passed, the memories are still vivid, as if they just happened today. It makes her chest ache, and her eyes are filled with hatred when she looks at Lu Yan.
Although she disliked Lu Yan in the past, she would still call her "Auntie" in public to give her some face. Now, she didn't want to give her any face at all. She had already fallen out with Lu Yan when she seduced Zhuang Yan. Now they were practically enemies, and she wished the other party would die.
Zhuang Yan remained expressionless, glancing at Xia Wan. Some people never learn from their mistakes, even after being beaten up. She forgets everything as soon as she gets a beating, probably because the "slap" didn't land on her. She doesn't know the pain, so she doesn't remember it. It's just that Gu Qian suffers from being beaten again and again. He thought Xia Wan would feel sorry for him, but she keeps stirring things up, as if she can't wait for Zhuang Yan to beat him to death.
Zhuang Yan was starting to suspect that the two men had gotten their fill of beating him, which was why they kept provoking him and ignoring his warnings.
After Zhuang Yan's cold glance, Xia Wan suddenly came to her senses, seemingly remembering Gu Qian who was still lying in the ward, and her half-open mouth slowly closed.
Zhuang Yan had already squatted down in front of Lu Yan and let her carry him on her back.
Lu Yan hesitated for a moment, then patted his shoulder and said, "Let's forget it. We're almost there. I can manage."
Zhuang Yan suddenly grabbed Lu Yan's wrist to stop her from running away. He lifted her up with one hand and carried her on his back. His body suddenly lifted into the air, and Lu Yan was startled. She wrapped her legs around his waist to prevent herself from falling.
"You walk with a limp and still say you're fine." Zhuang Yan, with his strong arms, lifted her up a bit.
"I'm really fine..."
Zhuang Yan said, "Then I'll pretend I want to carry you on my back."
Lu Yan felt a tickle in her heart and blushed, a rare occurrence for her. She stopped talking, gently hooked her arms around Zhuang Yan's neck, and lowered her gaze to stare at the red mole on the back of his neck.
She walked behind him, and Zhuang Yan could sense her unusual behavior. Doesn't that prove that he has feelings for her?
Seeing Zhuang Yan's face covered in sweat, Lu Yan raised her hand without thinking and wiped away the sweat from his chin with her fingertips.
Zhuang Yan paused, then tightened his grip on Lu Yan's arm slightly.
An Xinrong, walking behind them, felt a pang of sadness as she watched their backs. She dared not show any dissatisfaction, fearing she would be kicked out of the group and have nowhere to cry.
Distracted by the figure in front of her, An Xinrong momentarily forgot her fear of insects.
Zhuang Yan carried Lu Yan even faster, feeling that her weight was less than the luggage he had been carrying before.
Finally arriving at their destination, An Xinrong found a rock to sit on and then complained to the director, "If I had known it would be this tiring, I wouldn't have come. Gu Qian is so lucky. We were all struggling to climb the mountain, while he was enjoying the air conditioning in his hospital room."
At this moment, An Xinrong had no regard for her image whatsoever. You should know that when she first came to the program, she would dress up carefully every day and make herself look like a little princess.
In An Xinrong's self-deprecating words, she has no acting skills, no works, and a bad personality. The only thing she has left is her face. If she loses her face, she'll probably lose all her fans.
So she always pays attention to her image, no matter where she goes. But now she's really too tired and doesn't have the energy to pose. As for what her fans think, she doesn't care what they think.
Zhuang Yan carefully placed Lu Yan on a clean rock and sat her down. Without saying a word, he took off her rain boots.
Lu Yan's reaction was not as fast as Zhuang Yan's. After a moment of confusion, she went to cover her feet. Because of nervousness, her toes were tightly curled up.
Zhuang Yan frowned as he looked at her feet, which were covered in blisters.
"Why didn't you say your feet were blistered like this?" Zhuang Yan asked her in a rare serious tone.
Jiang Ning gasped, not knowing how long Lu Yan had endured it. Walking behind her, she didn't notice at all that Lu Yan's shoes were rubbing her feet.
An Xinrong rushed over too: "Oh my god, it looks painful."
She was relieved that she had changed her temper and stopped making sarcastic remarks, otherwise she would have gotten up and slapped herself twice in the middle of the night.
Jiang Ning quickly rummaged through her backpack for medicine, but before she could hand it over, Zhuang Yan reached out his hand.
"Let me do it."
Jiang Ning placed it in his hand, watching him kneel on one knee on the ground, coaxing Lu Yan to stretch out her foot.
Zhuang Yan gently gripped Lu Yan's ankle with one hand to prevent her from dodging, and then gently wiped the blood blisters on her feet with iodine.
"Does it hurt?"
Lu Yan lowered her head and said, "It doesn't hurt."
Zhuang Yan handled Lu Yan with great care, as if she were a fragile piece of porcelain, showing her gentleness in every way.
This is something that even bystanders would envy, let alone Jiang Ning and An Xinrong.
Jiang Ning gripped the band-aid in her hand tightly. She had already decided to give up, but seeing what was happening in front of her, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
"Try not to get your feet wet for the next couple of days. I'll see if I can find a new pair of shoes."
Zhuang Yan's tone was full of concern, and Lu Yan nodded in agreement, feeling an even stronger itch in her heart.
An Xinrong said with a hint of jealousy, "You two have such a good relationship."
Zhuang Yan got up and, after asking around, actually found a pair of slippers, which Lu Yan could only wear for the time being.
Zhuang Yan, still worried, reminded her, "Slippers aren't slip-resistant, so don't wander off. I'll carry you wherever you want to go."
Lu Yan lowered her voice and asked, "What if I need to use the restroom?"
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