"It's okay, you go back, I'll rest for a while."

As soon as he returned to the hotel room to put down his luggage, Bai Qimeng comforted Yang Yi.

"Then I'll go back to the room, what's the matter, Sister Qimeng, you must call me!" Yang Yi was worried, but was finally persuaded by Bai Qimeng to go back.

In the room, only Bai Qimeng was left alone in a blink of an eye, and just as she wanted to send her breath back to the bed to lie down, there was a knock on the door of the room.

She stood up on the armrest of the couch, jumped to the door of the room with one foot, and opened the door.

The person standing outside the door was Yan Weiming, and his eyes immediately distressed when he saw her standing on only one foot.

"Feet aren't well?" Yan Weiming said, walked into the room and closed the door, and without saying a word, he picked up the person horizontally and walked to the sofa.

Bai Qimeng was startled by the man's movements, and immediately grabbed the man's clothes with both hands and shook his head gently.

"When I got off the plane, I would go too fast to avoid the media, and then it would start to hurt again." Bai Qimeng said, being gently placed on the sofa by the man.

Yan Weiming sighed.

"Why is it that something happened to you in my absence? If you're like this, how can I put my mind at ease in the future? He said softly, half-squatting in front of Bai Qimeng.

Hearing this, a warm current suddenly flowed through her heart, and she laughed unconsciously.

"Laughing at what?" Yan Weiming asked, gently taking off the sneakers and socks on her feet, revealing her white feet.

"Nothing, what are you going to do?" Bai Qimeng shook her head in denial, and looked at Yan Weiming's movements curiously.

I saw Yan Weiming holding her ankle with one hand and her foot with the other.

Out of conditioned reflex, Bai Qimeng immediately tried to break free, but who knew that Yan Weiming was firmly grabbed by his calf in the next second.

"Don't move, I'm going to give you a massage, and I'm not going to eat you, what are you so afraid of?" Yan Weiming said softly, carefully putting his hand back to the position just now.

"Reflex, I didn't know you were going to massage, hiss!" As Bai Qimeng was talking, Yan Weiming began to massage slowly, and the sudden pain made her gasp.

Yan Weiming immediately slowed down his strength again, gently massaged his ankles, raised his eyes from time to time to look at Bai Qimeng's expression, and only dared to continue after confirming that he was fine.

The pain in my feet gradually eased, and I felt only the warm hands and gentle strength of the man.

"Why didn't you say you would do this?" Bai Qimeng grabbed the pillow on the sofa and hugged it in his arms, and bent down to look at Yan Weiming in front of him.

"Self-taught." Yan Weiming replied.

Bai Qimeng was amused by this answer and laughed again, and stretched out her hands to hold Yan Weiming's face directly.

"I always feel like I've found a treasure." Bai Qimeng said, gently kissing Yan Weiming's side face.

Yan Weiming was stunned for a moment, let go of her feet, and directly hugged her into his arms and kissed her on the lips.

How long have they not seen each other? More than half a month? But why is it that more than half a month is as long as a century?

Even if you call every day and hear each other's voices every day, you still feel lonely.

Even though you know that both parties are missing each other, you still feel scared, afraid of separation, afraid of returning to a home where there is only one person, afraid of returning to a place where there is no one person.

"I still have a foot injury." At the end of the kiss, Bai Qimeng suddenly reacted that his foot was still injured and couldn't move.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to the patient, besides, you still have to go on the red carpet tomorrow, and if your feet don't get better, I may become a sinner." Yan Weiming said with a smile.

Bai Qimeng looked away, and the next second he was picked up and walked to the bedroom.