"I took your pulse and it should be hypoglycemia. Are you feeling unwell? Dizzy? Nauseous?" His tone was gentle and full of patience.

Jiang Chen managed to stand up, leaning against the wall and thanking weakly: "I'm fine, thank you...sister."

Actually, he debuted earlier than Xiangyi, but he is only 19 years old this year.

Xiangyi still liked this polite and good-looking child very much, and asked, "Do you want to go to this dressing room to rest for a while?" She added, "You are alone, I won't go in."

After all, she still has the reputation of "ruining" young handsome men at every turn...

Jiang Chen obviously knew about those rumors, and his expression was a little embarrassed. "No, it's an old problem. I won't bother you, sister."

Xiangyi nodded slightly: "Okay, then take care of yourself."

After saying that, she really had no intention of continuing to care about him, and walked into the dressing room leisurely with her skirt lifted.

Jiang Chen felt strange in his heart, and called Xiang Yi: "Sister... do you have any more candy?"

Because of the recent recording of "Heart Beat", his agent has been saying that he looks fat in the live camera. He has basically not eaten anything in the past few days, and he even squeezes time to exercise and practice dancing at night. He is afraid that he will feel dizzy again at the annual meeting later.

Xiangyi took out a few candies from her handbag and gave them to him.

There are all kinds of candies, fruit candies, chocolates, etc.

She likes children, so she always has candy with her.

But recently it seems to be used to appease older friends...

Jiang Chen stroked the edge of the candy wrapper and whispered, "Thank you." He was not a good speaker and was always passive in social situations. But at this moment, he strangely started to make small talk, "Sister, are you a Chinese medicine practitioner?"

"I only know a little bit." The girl's clear eyes fell on him, and her long eyelashes blinked. She saw through Jiang Chen's embarrassment and uneasiness at a glance, and said, "Can I move a chair for you?"

Jiang Chen was obviously relieved, but the next second he hung his head feeling ashamed.

He felt that he was extremely contradictory. He was afraid of a scandal between him and Xiangyi, but he couldn't help but want to rely on her like a fledgling.

But Xiangyi didn't seem to care. She brought him a chair with a backrest and gave him a cute pillow of Anan.

At the end of the corridor where no one was paying attention, after the voice-controlled lights went out, it was dim and hazy. Xiangyi did not speak to him again. The surroundings were very quiet, but it made Jiang Chen feel extremely safe.

He squeezed the velvet pillow; it was soft and warm.

The rich aroma of milk blooms on the tip of the tongue, the dizziness fades away, and vision and physical strength begin to slowly recover.

I couldn't help but sneak a peek at the dressing room. The door was half open, and I could vaguely see the girl's trailing skirt, which looked like the red freesias my mother grew in my hometown, blooming at their brightest and most brilliant.

She...is not the same as rumored.

In fact, if he just pushed the door open with a little force, he would be able to see clearly what Xiangyi was doing.

Playing with your phone? Daydreaming? Putting on makeup?

But the light in Jiang Chen's eyes only shone for a moment before dimming again.

…

When Anan came to pick up Xiangyi, Jiang Chen had already left.

Several candy wrappers were placed on the cushion like they were standing at attention, neatly arranged, as if someone had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

…

In the nanny car.

Anan was holding Xiangyi's handbag and felt the bag vibrating constantly, so he quickly took out the mobile phone inside.

"Hey dear, look and see if anyone has something urgent to ask you."

Xiangyi swiped the screen and saw the text message came from an unknown contact.

When I clicked on it, there were photos of Xiao Naofu, nine in total, no more, no less.

And two text messages:

——It is very well behaved.

——Watch the live broadcast in my arms.