Injured?
After three years as a stunt double, the injuries she had sustained were countless, both big and small. Through all the trials and tribulations, she had learned how to minimize harm during unexpected accidents.
This wasn't the first time a wire had snapped.
This time, the situation was relatively fine.
It was probably just a twisted ankle.
Such an injury was just a minor one for her.
Tong Yan didn't mind at all, but being held in Bo Yimo's arms was a constant reminder that he cared a lot about her injury, even if it was just a minor one.
Her head rested against his chest, taking in his pleasant scent, faint and just like the impression he gave—aloof and distant. She seemed to hear his heartbeat, steady and strong.
What to do.
She seemed to like him even more.
Bo Yimo, you are really annoying.
