0077 Sports Meet 3
The people around seemed to fall silent for a moment.
Before Song Yue could recover, Su He'an subtly wrapped his arms around her soft waist, then stopped and released her, panting heavily as he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself."
Song Yue nodded blankly, then quickly took out a thermos from her bag: "You should moisten your throat."
The referee announced the score, and then the announcement immediately came over the loudspeaker.
Su He'an's performance broke the school's all-time long-distance running record, and the people around the track immediately started to cheer, especially his classmates who came over with smiles and jokes.
Wow! Su He'an! You're amazing!
The little girl happily circled around Su and An, as if she had broken a record.
Su He'an took a small sip from the warm cup, which relieved the dryness in her throat considerably.
Only after he swallowed did he suddenly realize that the thermos seemed to be the one she had drunk from before.
His ears turned red instantly, and he immediately opened his collar and shook it to let the wind in.
Why is the weather suddenly so hot!
After this group finished, Su and An had also rested and walked towards the stands with the little girl.
A sharp pain shot through my ankle; I hadn't noticed it at all because I was too excited. Now the pain was slowly creeping up my nerves to the back of my brain.
Su He'an noticed immediately, and he frowned as he grabbed her elbow: "What's wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?"
Once his reason returned, he began to berate himself for his behavior.
Just like his older brother, he's simply inhuman.
Song Yue twisted her ankle, feeling a sharp pain. She hissed coldly and gasped for breath.
"Don't move!" Su He'an said coldly, squatting down and grabbing her twisted foot.
Song Yue paused, too afraid to move.
"Did I twist your ankle when I hugged you just now?" He regretted his impulsive actions even more.
Song Yue, unaware of his thoughts, assumed he was blaming himself for dragging her down with his uncontrolled movements: "It's okay, it's probably just a twist, I'm not in much pain now."
Trying to pretend that nothing was wrong, she deliberately twisted her ankle, but it hurt terribly as soon as she moved it.
Su and An immediately stopped: "Don't move!" Their voices were slightly cold and hard.
Song Yue's feet were already hurting, and after being scolded like that, her nose immediately stung with tears.
These days, I've been spoiled and my temper is hard to handle.
Su He'an carefully removed her socks with her hands, glanced at her ankles, but unfortunately, she couldn't see them clearly because of the shoes.
He looked up, wanting to tell Song Yue that they should go to the infirmary together.
The little girl's eyes were red at the corners, her eyes were brimming with tears, and her pink lips were slightly pouting, as if tears were about to fall at any moment.
Su He'an felt extremely distressed and unconsciously softened her voice: "Does it hurt a lot? Don't cry! Let's go to the infirmary, I'll rub it for you and it will be fine."
Song Yue's big, round eyes looked at him expectantly, making his heart melt like a lump of warm water, bubbling gently.
Song Yue wasn't angry, but she was suddenly yelled at by him and couldn't help but cry in a spoiled manner. Now that he coaxed her like this, her grievances immediately disappeared.
She nodded.
Ignoring their surroundings, Su He'an bent down, slipped one hand under her knees, and picked up the little girl.
Startled, Song Yue instinctively grabbed his head with both hands: "I can walk over slowly."
"Weren't you just crying from the pain?" Su He'an walked quickly toward the infirmary, looking at the little girl's pale pink face. "Your ankle will be hurting for a long time by the time you get there."
Hearing him say that, Song Yue shut up on her own, but she just grabbed her hat and buried her head in his arms, trying to cover her ears.
Su He'an chuckled silently, tightened her grip on his arm, and continued walking down the corridor toward the infirmary.
The little girl was so light that she felt weightless in my arms, just a soft, fluffy ball.
When they arrived at the place, he put Song Yue on the bed, but there was no one there.
The school doctor is probably on the playground.
"Take off your shoes first, let me see if you twisted your ankle." His earlier impulsiveness had made Su He'an afraid to do anything more.
Song Yue obediently took off her shoes and socks and lifted her feet onto the bed.
His fair and delicate little feet dazzled his eyes and stirred his heart.
At home, everyone wears shoes, so he doesn't stare at her feet.
At first glance, he felt that every part of her body was exactly what he liked, even her feet were so cute that he wanted to hold them in his hands and play with them.
If someone had told Su He'an before, "You will fall in love with someone in the future, and you will even like her feet," it would have been a great relief.
He definitely kicked it as soon as he lifted his foot.
But now he feels the heat he had just suppressed has returned.
"It's not swollen, it seems okay." Song Yue glanced at her ankle, the stinging pain from before had lessened considerably.
Su He'an's Adam's apple bobbed. He licked his lips, walked closer, glanced at Song Yue, and then reached out his hand.
Upon touching her, Su He'an frowned slightly: "Why is it so cold?"
Her palms were warm, and the skin she touched trembled slightly. Instantly, she felt no longer cold.
Su He'an didn't care about anything else and directly touched her feet with both hands, holding them in his palms and gently rubbing them.
The friction against her skin created a slightly tingling, itchy sensation, causing her toes to curl up unconsciously.
His gaze fell on his palm, his breath became slightly heavy, and his blood began to rush to a certain place. Fortunately, he was sitting down, otherwise a tall tent would have appeared in front of her.
After Su He'an made sure she wasn't cold anymore, he pressed her ankle, avoiding her gaze, his voice hoarse with desire: "Does it still hurt?"
Song Yue twisted slightly: "There's still a little bit left."
"Then I'll find something to rub it on for you. When we get home, I'll have your second brother take a look."
Fortunately, Su He'an had been injured frequently before and was familiar with this kind of thing. While the little girl was looking at her ankle, he immediately got up, turned around and walked towards the medicine cabinet next to him.
The medicinal wine was placed at the front. He looked down at his lower body, took a deep breath, but his desire was still burning, and his swollen member just wouldn't go down.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and tried to think of all the annoying things in his mind.
The guys are eyeing her!
This thought flashed through my mind, and it was truly a huge disappointment.
He returned with the medicinal wine and sat down next to Song Yue, then held her ankle.
The smooth skin in his palm, the slender frame protruding, always gave him an urge to caress it gently.
"Will it hurt a lot?"
One sentence brought him back to his senses.
"I'll be gentle."
Su He'an poured a little medicinal wine into his palm, rubbed it slowly, and then applied it to her ankle.
A gentle, soft pressure was within Song Yue's acceptable range.
A slight, stinging sensation made her heart race, and her gaze fell on those warm hands.
The quiet space seemed to be filled with an atmosphere of ambiguity.
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