A long gash was cut across the palm of the hand, blood rushed out from the wound, and the entire palm was stained red with blood...
Xiao Huanhuan looked up in surprise. The young man who was looking at her still had a calm expression on his face, and he didn't even frown.
"It's okay, don't worry!" He rubbed her hair with his good hand, unbuttoned his jacket, pulled off a piece of the T-shirt underneath, and tried to cover the wound on the palm of his right hand.
"I'll do it!" Xiao Huanhuan took the cloth strip in his hand and looked at his bloody palm, trembling in her heart.
as if……
As if he didn't believe he would be hurt...
In her subconscious mind, he is almost omnipotent...
Looking at the blood dripping on his hands, she realized that he was also a human being, a teenage boy with flesh and blood, laughter and tears.
Although she couldn't bear it, she still used a little force and tied the wound with a cloth to stop the bleeding.
Jiang Yifan moved his palms, looked up at the sky, and squatted down again, "Come on, come on, let's keep going, otherwise it will be too late."
"No," Xiao Huanhuan refused, "I can go by myself!"
Her ankle was no longer so painful after applying medicine. Now that he was injured again, she could no longer let him carry it.
He looked at her and frowned slightly, "I'm fine, just a minor injury."
"If I say no, then don't!" She shook her head firmly, "You can help me walk, I will never let you carry it again!"
Seeing the determination in her eyes clearly, he didn't insist anymore and gently rubbed her hair, "If you can't stand it any longer, tell me. I'll carry you. Don't show off. Do you understand?"
"Yes!" Xiao Huanhuan nodded obediently, put an arm on Jiang Yifan's shoulder, and tried his best to use his uninjured foot.
The two people supported each other and continued walking the rest of the way.
Before dark, they finally arrived at the top of the mountain.
The ancient palace after the rain has towering trees and clear green air. It is a place far away from the world, away from the hustle and bustle, elegant and leisurely.
The members of the mountaineering club were visiting in front of the ancient temple. They saw Jiang Yifan and Xiao Huanhuan coming up and saying hello from a distance. The light on Jiang Yifan's body was so strong that no one noticed that he was injured.
Xiao Huanhuan was a little lost in thought.
Maybe……
Maybe these students were like her and didn't think someone as powerful as him could be hurt.
While the heavy rain was about to fall, Xiao Huanhuan and Jiang Yifan walked side by side in the ancient temple that had been passed down for thousands of years, and suddenly felt calm and peaceful like never before.
If possible, it seems good to just keep walking calmly and peacefully...
After staying in the ancient temple for more than one day, it was already evening when Xiao Huanhuan returned to Xinghai Villa with Jiang Yifan and the mountain climbing club on the third day.
Mo Xuan returned to the small house where she was being cared for, while Xiao Huanhuan and Jiang Yifan returned to Xinghai Villa.
There was no one in the villa. A quarter of an hour later, Xiao Huanhuan found out helplessly... The situation had changed. In just a few days, she had transformed from a rice bug she had been raised a few days ago to a servant.
nanny!
Jiang Yifan wrapped his injured arm in plastic wrap and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Xiao Huanhuan resignedly prepared a dinner for two people. Of course, it wasn't too fancy. There were only a few simple side dishes and a pot of white porridge.
That's all.
After the two of them had eaten, she took the initiative to wash the pots and dishes. After all, this was how Jiang Yifan took care of her when she was injured.
