The strange feeling in Su Ping's heart became more and more obvious.
She had a feeling that Song Qi was faking it, but he was faking it very well, and she had no evidence whatsoever.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
Song Qi was inwardly groaning, but had no choice but to follow in her footsteps.
He had indeed twisted his ankle, and it really hurt. Because of Su Ping's sudden increase in speed, he had to grit his teeth and speed up his hopping as well.
From behind, it looked as if Su Ping had a giant rabbit following her.
It has a strangely funny quality.
The two entered the changing room and headed towards the storage room inside.
Because he hadn't eaten much that morning, Su Ping was starving, and now she had to help him by doing manual labor.
Gradually, she felt Song Qi's hand on her shoulder getting hotter and hotter.
To be precise, his whole body started to feel hot.
She had a bad feeling, so she stopped and turned her head to look.
Song Qi's fair face was flushed with a hint of pink, and he turned his head to look over.
She tilted her head, her eyes a little blurry, and asked, "Senior, what's wrong?"
Something's not right.
Su Ping reached out and touched his forehead, finally concluding, "You have a fever."
Song Qi was taken aback for a moment, then raised his hand to touch his forehead, shaking his head in denial: "No, I don't have a fever."
Brother, how can you possibly sense the temperature by touching your own forehead with your own hand?
Su Ping was too lazy to waste words with him, so she gritted her teeth and helped him up the steps.
After climbing the last step, Su Ping felt like her back was going to give out.
The space in front of them was too small; the two of them couldn't get in by supporting each other like this.
Song Qi took his hand off her shoulder at the right moment, and Su Ping immediately felt much more relaxed.
But the next second, he took her hand.
"Senior, I'll hold onto the wall and walk behind you. You can just hold my hand."
After Song Qi finished speaking, he consciously placed his hand on the wall beside him.
This pose is somewhat like he's pinning her against the wall.
Su Ping's gaze involuntarily fell on his chest, then glanced at the abdominal muscles on his lower abdomen before turning around somewhat awkwardly, nodding, and walking forward.
She felt that once they went inside, she should first find him some clothes to wear, otherwise, looking at him like this would easily distract her.
Seeing her slightly reddened earlobes, Song Qi felt even better, and even the pain in his ankle didn't feel so intense anymore.
Neither of them spoke, and Su Ping helped Song Qi walk inside.
Because it was so narrow, Song Qi's knee would occasionally touch her when he jumped forward, but to avoid embarrassment, neither of them brought it up.
There is a folding bed behind the curtain, which can be used for short rests.
Su Ping helped him sit down over there, and looking down, she noticed that his ankle was even more red and swollen than before.
He has a fever again, and if it's not treated, the situation could get worse.
"Wait here for me."
After Su Ping finished speaking, she turned around and ran out of the storage room.
Song Qi watched her retreating figure, subconsciously reaching out his hand, only to grasp at empty air.
In the end, all I could do was watch her figure disappear through the doorway.
He disliked watching her back like that, as it made him feel like she had abandoned him.
Song Qi was startled by his own thoughts. When did his emotions start to fluctuate because of her?
It seems that from that night on, something inexplicably changed.
When Su Ping returned with his clothes, she called his name but received no response.
Lifting the curtain, I saw him sitting there with his head down, seemingly lost in thought.
Noticing her approach, Song Qi looked up, his eyes slightly red, which startled Su Ping, who involuntarily took two steps back.
"you……"
When Song Qi saw the clothes she was holding, he realized what she had been doing outside.
The unpleasant feeling from before was instantly replaced by a subtle sensation. He reached out and took his clothes from Su Ping's hand, smiling as he said, "Thank you, senior."
After saying that, he took the clothes and put them on.
Su Ping's gaze shifted downwards, and she glanced at his abs again without making a sound, before quickly looking away.
Song Qi noticed her little movements and deliberately slowed down his movements as the collar passed over her head.
He was still injured, and I was actually admiring his physique.
Su Ping felt increasingly like a pervert, and couldn't help but cough twice, saying, "Where is the thing you were talking about? I'll go get it for you."
Song Qi straightened his clothes and said to the iron shelf not far away, "It's in the white box in the second row, senior, please look for it."
Su Ping turned around and, sure enough, saw a white plastic box over there.
As I turned around with the box in my hand, I saw Song Qi struggling to put on his pants.
Because he couldn't stand up and his other foot was also immobile, it took a lot of effort to get one pant leg into his pants.
Just as he was about to fall, Su Ping quickly stepped forward and supported his arm.
Song Qi heard her sigh, then put the plastic box on the ground and squat down in front of him.
"Let me help you."
Su Ping realized how awkward her posture was only after she picked up the trouser leg.
Song Qi was still wearing her swim trunks, which were facing her. Involuntarily, she started to think back to what happened in the bathtub that night.
Song Qi watched as her face gradually turned red, wondering if he had infected her with his fever, but then he noticed that her eyes were unfocused and she wouldn't look straight ahead.
He couldn't help but be curious, and when he looked down, he immediately understood.
He didn't know if it was because of a fever or something else, but he felt his body starting to get hot.
Su Ping noticed that his sitting posture was changing little by little, so she quickly sped up her work and pulled his trouser legs up in a few seconds.
The pain made Song Qi gasp for breath, and all thoughts vanished from his mind.
"Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to."
Upon hearing his cry of pain, Su Ping immediately apologized, admitting that she had been so focused on getting there that she had forgotten his foot was injured.
After she finished speaking, she quickly opened the lid of the white box.
Song Qi frowned as he watched her skillfully take out the contents.
Isn't she a rich heiress? How could she have come into contact with these things, and even have amnesia...?
Before he could think any further, Su Ping had already reached out and grasped his foot. After glancing at the injury, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, it shouldn't be a broken bone."
"I'll spray some medicine on you and massage it in a bit. It should feel better, but it might hurt a little. Just bear with it."
After saying that, he took the medicine for sprains and sprayed it on his ankle and the top of his foot.
Her fingers were soft, and her fingertips were clean.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
