Yu Zexiao thought it made sense, so he turned a corner and carried her to the sofa.
As soon as they sat down, he couldn’t wait to examine her ankle, tightly wrapped in bandages, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn’t hurt." Her ankle had been treated on the day it was sprained. These past few days, she had kept it wrapped in bandages with medication, and the condition wasn’t very severe. Besides, she could still walk around a little, as long as she didn’t have to lift anything heavy.
But Yu Zexiao thought about how he had bullied her in the car earlier that day and realized why her expression had been so pained.
Reflecting on this, he felt a surge of regret and immediately said, "Let me have a look."
As he spoke, he held her tightly, bent down, and checked the injury.
"It’s nothing, it’s nothing." Although she kept saying she was fine, Yu Zexiao still bowed his head and carefully unwound her bandages, turn by turn.
"Hiss—" Although Jian Anning generally didn’t feel much with the bandages on, the process of unwrapping them turn by turn did hurt a bit. Seeing her slightly furrowed brows, Yu Zexiao felt even more regretful.
He knew she was an innocent victim—could she have controlled the situation with her ex-boyfriend? It was not her fault he’d entered her life so briefly, and it took until she was twenty-six before they met!
The more he liked her, the more he saw her as more than just a giant pillow at night, the worse he felt.
Moreover, he had never experienced this kind of situation before—women were always chasing him, eager for just a glance back. This was the first time, unseen by himself, that he felt jealous over her "ex-boyfriend." And for someone as fastidious as he was, this was an absolute no-win!
"Does it hurt a lot?" His movements became a bit gentler. His slender fingertips clumsily untied her gauze, trying to be as light as possible for fear of hurting her too much.
"I’m, I’m fine." She looked up at him and saw the usually proud and imperious man now hanging his head, afraid of hurting her, awkwardly inspecting her injury. She had a feeling that something was off about him today. Thinking it might be due to worries about his family, she immediately lost her temper.
When the wrapping was finally off, he saw the swollen joint of her beautifully curved calf, resembling an overgrown white steamed bun, slightly reddened, making her tender foot appear even smaller.
Moreover, there was a lingering hint of dark-brown medicine stain on the swollen area, but it wasn’t too noticeable, obviously just washed away by water.
At that thought, he regretted a little. Reaching out, he wanted to rub it for her, "Does it still hurt?"
Jian Anning had no idea what had been bothering him so much today, but seeing Yu Zexiao be so gentle and cautious with her, she immediately threw any slight discontent out of her mind. She was well aware of how arrogant and fastidious the man before her was. Yet, he was bending down to check on her injury for her sake! The redness and the fading black stain of the medicine were still there!