“I knew it,” Lin Xiaoman smiled brightly. “That look was exactly the same as in the play. It’s really hard to come out of a role.”
“Mm,” Huo Qizhi resumed applying iodine.
“So, do you like me in reality?”
The girl’s soft voice suddenly rang out in the car. Huo Qizhi seemed to be spell-bound, his hand frozen in place, motionless.
He heard his own heartbeat, like thundering horses, like drums beating deafeningly.
He wanted to speak but didn’t know how.
“Hahahahaha…”
Lin Xiaoman first laughed out loud: “I was joking with you, did I scare you?”
Huo Qizhi carefully applied iodine to Lin Xiaoman’s wound again, lowering his head and steadying his voice: “Recently, be careful not to touch water, prevent wound infection, and remember to apply medicine periodically.”
“Although it’s a joke, you’re really gentle,” Lin Xiaoman sighed softly, “If only you could like me.”
★
“It was really dangerous on set today. Fortunately, Huo Qizhi reacted quickly. Otherwise, what would have happened if Xiaoman had been swept into the river?”
Now Xiaoman is accompanying Xiaobai to deliver grapes to Xie Chi’s room, and Xiaobai is still feeling lingering fear about the day’s events.
“Nothing happened, right?
Lin Xiaoman looked at Xie Chi, who had almost returned to how he was when they first met, huddled in the corner playing with his phone, only looking up when he heard about her injury.
“Are you hurt?” His gaze fell on Lin Xiaoman’s bandaged arm, his voice small and light, “Does it hurt?”
“It’s fine, not painful at all.” Lin Xiaoman waved to him, “Come and eat grapes together.”
Xie Chi shrank in the corner, unwilling to move.
He hadn’t properly eaten anything for a long time, and his originally pale face had become even whiter.
Xiaobai couldn’t bear it: “Xiaoman is already busy enough. Are you going to make her worry like this? She’s already overwhelmed. Now she has to take care of you too. Aren’t you supposed to be a fan? Is this how fans react when their idol is injured?”
“Xiaobai, stop,” Lin Xiaoman said sternly.
