Chapter 39 Secret Thoughts
"You knew your right foot was injured, but you didn't take it seriously!" This was what really made Sheng Han unhappy.
Just now on the set, he noticed that her walking posture was very unnatural. He wanted to go forward to help her, but she avoided him as if he were the plague.
He couldn't suppress his heartache in his tone: "I'm the one who has the most fighting scenes in this drama, but during the time we've been on the set, you're the one who gets hurt every day."
Shi Qing smiled awkwardly, but she caught a clue and asked bewilderedly, "How did you know my right foot was injured?"
The injury to her right foot occurred in high school, and it was that injury that prevented her from being a professional dancer.
Sheng Han paused almost imperceptibly while applying massage to her ankle.
He did not answer her doubts, but just lowered his eyes silently. His long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, covering up the complex and unspeakable emotions.
After a few seconds, he gently rubbed the light scar with his fingertips and whispered, "Because I see there is a scar here."
"Really?" Shi Qing looked at his lowered head suspiciously.
She was exhausted after just a whole day of filming, and she didn't have the energy to get to the bottom of it.
The biting chill of the ice pack spread along her ankles, relaxing her tense nerves little by little, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier.
In the haze, Shi Qing felt someone sighing in her ear. The voice was hoarse with a hint of helplessness and grievance.
"Qingqing, you have to take responsibility for solving the trouble you caused, right?"
What trouble did she get into?
Shi Qing's confused mind raced for a long time before she finally reacted and glanced over uncontrollably.
She suddenly woke up and muttered in embarrassment, "I have to go to the show tomorrow morning and I don't have time to play with you!"
She still felt a lingering fear when she thought of Sheng Han's eyes that burned tonight, as if they were about to devour her. If she really let him do what he wanted, she might not even be able to get out of bed tomorrow, let alone record the show.
Sheng Han lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covering the lustful look in his eyes, but his voice became even hoarse: "It's okay, I won't bother you."
His gaze fell heavily on the delicate white feet that he was applying ice to.
"I'll figure it out myself."
Shi Qing looked at the suppressed forbearance in his eyes and said in a muffled voice: "...Okay."
Sheng Han didn't say anything else, but just focused and gently applied an ice pack to her.
After a long time, Sheng Han didn't move, so Shi Qing thought it was over and fell asleep again.
Sheng Han gently picked up the little girl who was already fast asleep on the sofa, carefully placed her on the soft big bed, and covered her with a thin blanket.
Then, he got up and went into the bathroom.
When he came out again, he was covered with cool water vapor and the sweet fragrance of her usual shower gel.
Sheng Han lay on his side beside her, holding her in his arms, his eyes greedily depicting her peaceful sleeping face. Finally, he couldn't help but planted a few gentle kisses on her forehead and cheeks.
He knew that his behavior today was too ridiculous.
In fact, this secret and crazy idea had already come to me a long time ago.
But he was always afraid of scaring her, afraid that she would think he was a pervert, so he suppressed this desire deep in his heart.
Now, the fantasy has come true.
A huge sense of satisfaction welled up in my heart.
He will start filming the action scenes tomorrow, so their schedules will be staggered, and he won't be able to hold her in his arms and fall asleep like this for a while.
Thinking of this, he tightened his arms and held her tighter in his arms.
Even with the air conditioner on, she still felt a little hot being hugged by his hot body, but her nostrils were filled with the scent of his body, a mixture of her familiar shower gel scent and his unique, refreshing body odor, which made her feel at ease.
Shi Qing just frowned slightly in her sleep, and then fell into a deeper dream.
Perhaps because she had danced that dance too many times today, her dreams also returned to her distant high school days.
It was an afternoon on the eve of the college entrance examination.
The school’s announcement that senior high school students could officially leave school instantly ignited the students’ long-suppressed emotions.
The senior high school students felt relieved and cheers broke out in the corridor. Some people screamed and tore up the piles of test papers, throwing them into the air like snowflakes, as if it were a heavy snowfall.
Instead of joining them, she chose to go alone to get the key to the dance studio.
She wanted to say a final goodbye to her former self.
The midday sun is very strong, and the cicadas are chirping outside the window.
The sunlight shines into the empty dance studio, and countless tiny dust particles are flying in the air.
She pressed the play button on the speaker, and the familiar melody slowly flowed.
She looked at the huge mirror on the wall, took a deep breath, and danced to the rhythm.
Even though I haven't practiced dancing for a year, those moves are like they're engraved in my DNA.
Every arm lift and every rotation accurately replicates the original movement.
A smooth cloud hand, the movement is done in one go.
The force pulled her body.
The flexible waist draws a stunning arc, as graceful as a startled swan.
The sunlight danced on the ends of her flying hair.
It was as if she was coated with a layer of soft light.
The girl reflected in the mirror was wearing an ordinary blue and white school uniform, but it could not hide her beauty. Instead, it made her face even more beautiful and eye-catching.
A spin, and the action freezes.
She raised her eyes and looked straight into the mirror.
The sight penetrates the dust and hits the mirror.
She seemed to see her former self in the mirror.
The girl at that time was wearing a gorgeous dance costume and had a confident smile on her face.
There's no going back...
The music has reached its climax and the movements are very demanding.
She looked serious and prepared to try some difficult moves.
"Hiss~"
As expected, she failed. She lost her balance and fell to the ground.
The constant pain from her right ankle pulled her back to reality.
The doctor's words rang in my ears: "It's okay to do it as a hobby in the future, but it's impossible to become a professional dancer."
The music hadn't stopped yet, but sweat had already soaked his hair, running down his cheeks and dripping onto the floor.
She lowered her head and stared at the water stain absentmindedly, her eyes gradually turning red.
I can't tell whether the water stain is sweat or tears.
Just then, she felt as if someone was staring at her?
He suddenly looked up and out the window.
Looking into the eyes of the boy standing in the sun.
He was wearing the same blue and white school uniform as hers, with the top two buttons of the collar undone, leaving it loose and open, revealing a section of his well-defined collarbone. The neat school uniform made him look a bit unruly and casual.
In the backlight, his slightly protruding Adam's apple seemed to be rolling up and down.
In stark contrast to his casual appearance are his burning eyes.
It can't be ignored.
Severe cold.
How come he is here?
Did he also see how miserable he was just now?
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