"good."
Actually, he usually doesn't pay much attention to such minor injuries. His manager is also a rough guy and wouldn't notice these kinds of things at all.
However, it feels really nice to be cared for like this.
"Do you not like physical contact with people?" he asked.
She was tidying up her medicine box, putting the items she had just taken out back in their proper places. Hearing this question so suddenly, she seemed a little taken aback: "Oh, it's alright, why do you ask?"
"No, I noticed you were using cotton swabs to clean and disinfect me the whole time, without touching me at all, so I asked out of curiosity."
"I don't really like physical contact with people. But don't overthink it, the main reason I didn't touch you was because my hands were dirty, and you had a wound on your hand."
She was honest, but also very considerate. It was this gentleness that made it even easier to fall for her.
At least, he succumbed.
"Are you really not single?" he couldn't help but ask the question that had been on his mind for a long time.
"No, I have a husband, and my husband is very outstanding."
"Yes, I know, you still love him very much." He remembered the things she said when rejecting people and couldn't help but smile: "I really envy your husband."
"Um?"
"I envy him for having such a wonderful wife like you." He wished that person would be him.
She smiled a little shyly: "Actually, no, I'm not that good. There are plenty of girls in this world who are better than me."
He smiled but didn't respond to her statement.
"I've been wearing a mask while talking to you, do you think I'm ugly?" he asked half-jokingly.
"No way. Maybe you're just too handsome and that's why you want to cover it up."
This time, it was his turn to be stunned: "Why would you think that?"
"I guess so." She closed the medicine box. "By the way, you could drink more lemon water or buckwheat tea. It might make you feel better."
"Huh?" He didn't understand why she would say that.
She was also taken aback and asked, "Aren't you allergic to pollen?"
It turned out that she mistook his wearing a mask for a pollen allergy.
He couldn't help but smile, his eyes narrowing: "Yes."
At that moment, a thought popped into his mind: even if she really had a boyfriend, it didn't matter. He could wait, he could patiently wait until the day she broke up with her boyfriend.
That day, after she treated his wound, the number of injured people on the field suddenly increased, mostly from falls and scrapes.
He watched as a group of tall boys, each over 1.8 meters tall, cried and wailed in front of her.
"School beauty, I hurt my foot. Can you help me treat it?"
She looked at the man with a complicated expression: "Your foot is injured, but your hands are fine, aren't they? Wipe them yourself."
She threw the medicine directly to the boy.
Another boy squeezed in front of her: "School beauty, school beauty, I hurt my hand, please help me!"
However, she still pushed the medicinal wine over, her small face cold as she said, "Your companion can help you."
The boy with the injured hand walked away with a long face, but a little while later, another boy ran over and said, "School beauty, school beauty, I hurt my hand and I don't have any friends."
This time, before she could even speak, he walked up to the boy and said in a very friendly manner, "Excuse me, let me help you."
After saying that, without waiting for the boy's response, she directly dragged him away.
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