Xu Yan: "Just bear with it for a bit longer, it'll feel better soon!"
After saying that, he bowed his head again and continued to apply an ice compress.
From Zhao Youyou's perspective, she could see his long eyelashes.
A thought flickered in her mind, and she blurted out as if possessed by a ghost: "Xu Yan, do you... do you like me a little more than just a little bit now?"
Xu Yan's movements paused for a moment, and after a while, he softly "hmm"ed in agreement.
Zhao Youyou couldn't help but smile with her lips pursed, and it seemed as if she could no longer feel the pain in her foot.
After a while, Xu Yan moved the towel away and said, "Alright, try moving it."
"Okay!" Zhao Youyou tried moving her ankle, "It doesn't seem to hurt as much."
Xu Yan then threw the towel and the melted cold drink into the nearby trash can and squatted down in front of her, saying, "Get on, I'll take you back to the dorm."
