Fei Yan Dance Studio on the 13th floor of Culture and Arts Development Co., Ltd. As soon as the words fell, a familiar voice sounded.

"Fei Yan, are you okay?"

Teacher Chen asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's fine."

Fei Yan replied.

"Teacher Chen, Sister Jiaojiao has something to do with you!"

A staff member shouted at the door of Fei Yan's dance studio.

"I won't tell you first, you heard it, I'm going to get busy, take care of yourself!"

Teacher Chen finished speaking and left.

In an instant, the entire dance studio was empty again, Fei Yan sighed, there was only the sound of Fei Yan's breathing in the dance studio, and Fei Yan lowered her head and looked at her injured foot.

"What? Alone bored? In a daze here? ”

A gentle male voice rang out in the dance studio.

Fei Yan looked up and saw that it was him-Yi Yang Qianxi.

"What are you doing here?"

Fei Yan looked outside.

"When you danced today, I saw it, and your foot was twisted."

Qianxi looked at Fei Yan gently.

"What does it have to do with you when I twist my foot?"

Fei Yan was still cold.

"I'll look at your injuries!"

Qianxi squatted down and was about to check the wound when Fei Yan took her foot back.

"No, it's fine, it'll be fine on its own."

Fei Yan said.

"If that's what you say, is it just a matter of waiting for the injury I suffered when I was 7 years old? Don't be pushy, I'll see! ”

Qianxi insisted, and Fei Yan stopped talking.

Fei Yan felt a touch that was not coming from herself, and she was gently breaking her feet.

"Look, you still said it's okay, it's all purple, wait don't move, I'll be right away!"

After Qianxi finished speaking, she ran out of the dance studio.

What the hell did he do?

What does my injury have to do with him, and why should I be cared for so much?

- Fiyan: 10 minutes later.

"It's coming, it's been a long wait!"

Qianxi came to Fei Yan's side with a first-aid kit.

"Where did you get this first aid kit?"

Fei Yan asked.

"You don't care about it yet, take care of the wound first."

Qianxi said as she opened the first aid kit.

"Bear with me!"

Qianxi sprayed the disinfectant on Fei Yan's ankle.

"Phew!"

Fei Yan couldn't help but cry out.

"It's a little painful, bear with it."

Qianxi said.

Qianxi dipped a cotton swab in some medicine and gently applied it to the wound, not forgetting to blow it gently.

Fei Yan felt a cool sensation coming from her ankle, which was very comfortable.

Qianxi put the medicine on the sterile gauze and fixed it on the wound with adhesive tape.

He's so gentle.

Why are you so nice to me?

- Fei Yan "Deal with it, remember, until the wound is completely healed, you can't run, you can't jump, you can't wear tighter shoes, you can only slippers, or looser shoes, if you walk, you pay attention to yourself, I'll help you later." Attention, don't let others bump you, in case you twist the wound, the condition is more severe, and the better is slower, if you want to dance, obey the above, understand? ”

Qianxi finished explaining in a word, and Fei Yan just looked at him blankly.

"Hey! I'll talk to you! ”

Qianxi shook in front of Fei Yan's eyes.

"Don't shake!"

Fei Yan slapped Qianxi's hand away.

"Did you hear what I just said?"

Qianxi repeated.

"What did you just say?"

Fei Yan asked.

"Forget it, waste my saliva again. Anyway, for now, I'll try to spend as much time as I can take care of you, and listen to me if you want to dance! ”

Qianxi said.

"Got it."

After Fei Yan finished speaking, she put on her shoes, and Qianxi helped Fei Yan and walked to the place where Fei Yan worked.