"Don't, don't look anymore, it's nothing." She immediately stopped him, as if there was something embarrassingly awkward about herself that had to be hidden, lest he see it and feel unhappy in his heart.
It was the same as "a woman dresses for the man she loves," and besides, although her ankle was injured, it was less severe because he had jumped down to save her. Every time she thought of him leaping to her rescue, her heart would swell with joy.
So she reached out her arm to hook around his neck, leaning against him like a small cat, "Zexiao, don't worry about me, just focus on your filming. Once this TV drama is over, I will go back with you."
When her soft body drew near, it was usually his favorite thing; he might have hugged her and playfully pinched her a few times, taking a little advantage. But at that moment, he seemed to freeze, his hand that wanted to touch her wound also stopped mid-air, and his whole body tensed up.
