Yang Wuluo of course knew that what Lin Can was referring to wasn't the ponytail, but the coconut milk that no one had ever tasted before.
If it were in the past, back when they weren't that familiar, Yang Wuluo definitely wouldn't have paid any attention and would've turned around to sit somewhere else.
But ever since that time on the bus when she was thoroughly "healed" by him, their relationship had grown closer, so naturally, she didn't just ignore him. Instead, she clenched her fist and went to hit him.
Not that she was really hitting him—more often than not, once you become familiar, it just becomes part of male-female interactions.
Lin Can leaned back, dodging the hit, but Yang Wuluo's knee knocked into the seat's armrest, making her cry out in pain, "Ah~"
Lin Can looked down and saw that her knees under the denim jumper dress were scraped and even bleeding slightly. He stopped teasing her, stood up, and helped her into the inner seat by the window. Pointing at her knees, he asked, "What happened to your knees? Who did this?"
Yang Wuluo gave him a small smack.
"What are you thinking? I just fell when I got off the bus earlier. Tch—it hurts so bad."
Leaning against the seat, Yang Wuluo bent her leg slightly, and the pain from her knee stretched up. She had to straighten her leg and rest it under the front seat. Taking out a wet wipe, she carefully wiped the blood off the wound, but each touch stung badly.
"Did you buy medicine?"
"It didn't hurt at the time when I fell, so I didn't buy any. But now it's getting worse."
"Injuries are like that. They hurt more afterward. If you don't deal with it now, you'll be in pain just walking tomorrow. I'll tell the driver to stop at a pharmacy."
"No, no…" Yang Wuluo hurriedly grabbed Lin Can's arm. "There are so many people on the bus—we can't delay everyone's tim—"
Before she could finish the word "time," Lin Can had already stood up and shouted toward the driver, "Driver, my classmate hurt her leg. If there's a pharmacy ahead, could you stop for a moment? I'll go buy some medicine."
Whether the driver agreed or not was uncertain, but that thoughtful act was enough to touch a girl's heart.
Ever since she was "healed" last time, Yang Wuluo already had a good impression of Lin Can. And now that good impression rose rapidly again. After all, girls are sensitive—what truly captures a girl's heart isn't grand gestures, but sincere little acts of care.
The coach pulled over.
"There's a Huichun Pharmacy by the road. Young man, you can go buy it there."
"Thanks, driver. Sorry for holding everyone up."
Lin Can turned and apologized to all the passengers on the bus.
"It's okay. A boy taking care of a girl—that's admirable."
The passengers smiled with a hint of envy as they watched the young man run off the bus to buy medicine for the girl. Maybe it reminded them of their own youthful days.
Through the window, Yang Wuluo watched that figure with moved eyes. So there really is a boy who cares about me like that?
Sigh~
At the same time, she regretted focusing solely on studying at school. Three years of youthful days all given to Huanggang exam papers.
Holding the yogurt drink in her hand, Yang Wuluo absentmindedly stroked it lightly, lost in her thoughts.
Lin Can came running back, panting, and the coach started moving again. He sat back down in his seat.
"If you're not going to drink the yogurt, at least don't torture it."
"Ah~"
Yang Wuluo snapped out of her daze and got so startled she dropped the yogurt on the floor. Embarrassed, she tucked her hair behind her ear and tried to bend down to pick it up—but bending her leg hurt too much.
Lin Can picked up the yogurt and tossed it in the trash, then handed her the Yunnan Baiyao spray.
"Thanks."
Yang Wuluo accepted the medicine, but the space was tight, and she couldn't bend over easily—mostly because bending her leg pulled on the wound painfully.
"Hard to apply medicine?"
"Yeah."
Lin Can patted his thigh. "Put your leg up here. I'll help you apply it. Don't be shy. Come on."
Yang Wuluo hesitated a bit, then shyly turned sideways toward the window. One hand nervously gripped the seat, the other hovered near the edge of her jumper dress. She slowly lifted her leg, but didn't dare place it on Lin Can's lap—just held it suspended in the air.
Smack~
Ah~
Lin Can slapped her thigh lightly, making her cry out in pain and drop her leg onto his lap.
Lin Can stared at her legs—they were seriously smooth. One slap and his handprint stayed visible. Hmm… these soft, fair legs full of girlish charm stirred a strong urge to touch and play with them.
"The doctor said to apply this spray and wrap it in gauze bandage. It'll heal in two days."
"No need for all that trouble. Just the spray is enough."
"No. We're doing it properly."
"???" Yang Wuluo looked at Lin Can's serious face, clearly not taking no for an answer. She hesitantly asked, "Why?"
"Such beautiful legs—what a shame if they get scarred."
Having seen countless legs in his time, Master Lin thought, These are worth preserving!
"Pfft~" Yang Wuluo finally understood. He wasn't concerned about her pain—he only cared whether a scar would be left behind.
She thought to herself: Lin Can's always so direct. Doesn't even try to hide his preferences. Doesn't consider how a girl feels. He's the worst~
Like it's such a big deal if I get a scar. Like it would lower my value in his eyes or something.
So now I have to protect my legs just to please him?
Judging by the look on his face… yeah, he thinks that way.
But still, even if he had ulterior motives, the way he carefully and attentively bandaged her wounds really tugged at a girl's heart.
A boy can be bad, but if he's also caring and willing to do things for a girl—that's hard to resist. Especially someone like Lin Can.
"Thank you, Lin Can."
"You're welcome." Lin Can looked at her bandaged knee. "Doesn't look very presentable. Do you have any stockings? Put them on to cover it."
"I've got two pairs in my bag."
"What styles?"
"One pair of white over-knee socks. One pair of black over-knee socks."
"Hmm…" Lin Can hesitated for a moment. "Go with the white over-knee socks."
Yang Wuluo: ???
He gets to decide?
Why?
Is that his preference?
Yang Wuluo wanted to ask, but was too shy to say it out loud.
Sigh… oh well.
She obediently took out the white over-knee socks and tried to take her leg off Lin Can's lap to put them on. But that made it hard to wear them, and she was suddenly stuck.
At that moment, the bus stopped again and a few new passengers got on. Seeing the bandages on her knees, they whispered to each other and went to sit further back.
Yang Wuluo, though inexperienced in love, was still a high school girl—and these days, which high schooler doesn't understand those things? She immediately knew her knees might cause misunderstandings with strangers and felt super embarrassed.
"Lin Can, could you help me?"
"Help you with what?"
Yang Wuluo suddenly found Lin Can super annoying. He obviously knew what she meant but pretended not to, forcing her to say it out loud—so bad!
She handed him the white over-knee socks.
"Lin Can… could I trouble you to help me put on my stockings?"
Lin Can looked at her blushing face and smiled as he nodded.
"Thank you." After saying that, Yang Wuluo turned to look out the window. But she could feel Lin Can taking off her white sneaker, then slowly putting on the white sock—so slowly, inch by inch. When he reached mid-thigh, the tight fabric pressed into her soft, fair flesh. His thumb even slipped into the edge of the stocking and circled her thigh gently.
"Hoo~~~"
Yang Wuluo felt her legs tingling and weak, overwhelmed by a strange, never-before-experienced sensation.