Chapter 61 Helping the Young Master Pull Radishes
Cong Chun's slender fingers were firmly enveloped in Duan Mingxiao's broad palm.
The intense heat emanating from the other person felt like a gust of hot wind, clinging tightly to them.
For a moment, Duan Mingxiao felt that the stinging pain in his calf was no longer so obvious.
On second thought, Duan Mingxiao's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
Did he just see me fall to the ground in such a sorry state?
Ugh... so embarrassing.
Cong Chun was stunned for a moment, his eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
The reason Cong Chun didn't go to Duan Mingxiao when he fell to the ground after leaving the driver's seat was because he was in the audience.
It was because he knew that the young master had a strong sense of pride and would definitely not want to see him in a sorry state.
At that time, Duan Mingxiao will start overthinking again.
Although Cong Chun sometimes misspoke, he was very perceptive.
He can keenly perceive other people's emotions, except when those emotions are directed at himself.
Cong Chun still thought that the young master was unsteady, so he grabbed his hand and was using him for support.
He looked at Duan Mingxiao's leg with concern, wondering why the cast had been removed ahead of schedule.
Cong Chunming clearly remembered that when he accompanied the young master to the check-up last time, the doctor said there was still a week left.
Inside the private lounge.
In the bathtub, ice cubes floated on the ice water, crystal clear and radiating cold air.
During racing, the engine at the rear of the car's cockpit often reaches temperatures of over 50 degrees Celsius.
Race car drivers sit with their backs to the driver's seat, very close to the engine, and need to replenish their fluids promptly after the race.
Cong Chun just noticed that Duan Mingxiao's lips were dry and pale, which was also due to dehydration.
Duan Mingxiao had just stepped off the training field when he immediately began soaking in the ice water bath that had been prepared beforehand.
His skin was completely red, but Duan Mingxiao remained silent, clearly used to this method.
Inside the bathtub, the boy was only wearing a towel around his lower body, revealing his muscular upper body. His skin was slightly red from being soaked in ice water, and his smooth, beautiful muscle lines and shark-like muscles were the envy of many.
Cong Chun squatted down beside him, holding a bath towel, like a little puppy, her beautiful droopy eyes staring motionlessly at the young master in the bathtub.
Duan Mingxiao had naturally noticed Cong Chun's gaze long ago.
"Why are you squatting here instead of sitting down?"
Chun Chun is acting strange today; he's not saying anything annoying anymore.
[Extremely well-behaved.]
Cong Chun didn't answer and changed the subject, revealing obvious worry in the boy's eyes.
"Young Master, why won't you let me go with you to have your cast removed?"
Cong Chun looked up at Duan Mingxiao and felt that the young master was somewhat different after the cast was removed.
However, he couldn't quite recall exactly what was different.
Duan Mingxiao's lips were pouting so high that you could hang an oil bottle on them.
The thought of what he witnessed that day made him furious, and he felt like rolling on the ground in anger.
Chop off the flesh and skin of that bastard and feed it to the pigs.
Therefore, the young master was so angry that he went directly to the hospital to have the cast on his left leg removed ahead of time.
The orthopedic doctor at the hospital said that we could wait another week, as this would result in a better recovery.
Duan Mingxiao was furious and couldn't wait another week. He wanted to kick all the prostitutes into a ravine right now.
[Wiping Chun's sweat in front of me, you're wicked, vicious, and ambitious.]
[My abs are big enough to be used as a washboard, while other men only have those endless layers of belly fat.]
Cong Chun wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, feeling that the young master's words had become even more venomous.
So, that day, Duan Mingxiao went straight to the hospital and threatened the doctor to remove the cast from his left leg.
The young master immediately went to the racetrack the next day.
My life motto: Before you die, live life to the fullest.
With Duan Mingxiao's physique, even if you threw him into a horde of zombies, he'd be able to outlive them until they retired.
After all, while others gain weight just by drinking water, this young master is a man who can gain muscle even by eating air—it's terrifying.
However, Ji Ruhui saw him at the racetrack a few days ago and immediately noticed that he had broken up with his girlfriend.
This distraught look—what else could it be but heartbreak?
Ah-chan is heartbroken, but he's even more crazy than me. At most, Ah-chan plays basketball in the rain, but this guy is planning to break his right leg and keep jumping around, right?
Cong Chun noticed that Duan Mingxiao was in a bad mood.
So I took the initiative to praise him.
"Young Master, you were really amazing just now."
Cong Chun couldn't see any effect from the racing training, but the young master's perseverance was definitely outstanding, and his eyes were as resolute as those of an old ox in the field.
Upon hearing this, Duan Mingxiao spoke casually, secretly pleased with himself.
"What's so special about that? Anyone can easily pick it up."
[Chun Chun has a good eye for talent.]
[Heh, but not everyone can do it as well as I can.]
Cong Chun covered her mouth and chuckled, but felt a little relieved. It seemed that the young master was still the same as before.
Indeed, Duan Mingxiao is the kind of person who cannot be easily defeated.
When faced with setbacks and bottlenecks, his first reaction will be anger and resentment, rather than crying and sadness.
Duan Mingxiao would be angry at himself for not being able to do it, and unwilling to accept that his abilities were limited to this.
The next second, the lights in the room suddenly went out with a snap.
After soaking in ice water, Duan Mingxiao was radiating cold air.
In the darkness, the light was faint, with only moonlight filtering through the glass window. Cong Chun's back pressed against the cold storage cabinet behind him.
The lower half of my face was covered by a slightly cool palm.
Duan Mingxiao's deep voice reached my ears, carrying a hint of questioning.
"No laughing."
[How dare this fool Chun mock me!]
Cong Chun sobbed a few times, trying to explain that she wasn't mocking him.
However, the young master covered his mouth with his hand, preventing Cong Chun from speaking.
That hand with its distinct knuckles, like an open spider web, almost covered Cong Chun's entire face.
Duan Mingxiao lowered his head, his expression unreadable in the dim light.
"There's still one spot on my body that feels really hot."
"Cong Chun, what do you suggest we do?"
The next second, Duan Mingxiao grabbed Cong Chun's wrist.
Seeing that he was in distress, Cong Chun hesitated for a moment before finally nodding.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Cong Chun leaned against Duan Mingxiao's chest, panting.
The young master told him that this was a normal thing, mutual help between people of the same sex.
Cong Chun felt like she was pulling up radishes.
Duan Mingxiao leaned close to his ear, his warm breath brushing against Cong Chun's earlobe, his tone unusually gentle.
"Thank you, that felt very comfortable."
【How can Chun Chun be so good at this?】
Cong Chun looked up at him, only able to see the young master's smooth, sharp jawline, the boy silently emphasizing.
"You're welcome."
Duan Mingxiao frowned upon hearing this.
The young master's mind started wandering again.
However… um… could we try other places next time?
The thought of that scene made Duan Mingxiao's blood boil again.
A hint of doubt flickered in Cong Chun's eyes.
Is it true that the young master doesn't have a fever?
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