The commotion on the beach excited the onlookers, who strained to catch a glimpse of the situation.
Xia Yan imagined himself as a dried salted fish. Despite the discomfort of having his philtrum pinched, he resolutely played dead, revealing no signs of life. He was too old to lose face.
But staying unconscious for too long didn’t seem right either!
His eyelids fluttered, opening a small gap to scan the scene discreetly. His hand, hidden in his field of vision, carefully moved.
Like a little turtle, his slender, white fingers inched toward Tu Xi’s leg.
Then… he scratched Tu Xi’s calf.
The pressure above Xia Yan’s upper lip lessened. Tu Xi hesitated, seemingly thinking it was a delusion, while Xia Yan quickly typed: 【Go.】
The single word was full of unspoken sorrow.
“What’s wrong?” Seeing Tu Xi pause, Zhao Wenhan’s pale face turned anxious as he reached out to check the young man’s breath, but Tu Xi pushed him away.
The man forcefully held Xia Yan in his arms: “Don’t touch him.”
“You—”
A voice interrupted the argument from a distance: “The doctor is here.”
A figure in a white coat squeezed through the crowd, barely visible. The young man scratched Tu Xi’s arm again, and with an anxious prompt, he looked down at the person in his arms.
Xia Yan’s fair face had two red patches, unsure if it was from the heat, embarrassment, or both.
His breathing was steady, his heartbeat slightly rapid, and his body was healthy.
Tu Xi let out a helpless laugh, mocking himself inwardly. Who would have thought he’d lose his composure and become flustered like this?
The white-coated figure approached closer and closer. If he didn’t leave soon, the person in his arms might end up digging a hole to hide from public embarrassment. The man tightened his arms, lifting the person.
“Sorry, make way. The temperature outside is too high. Yan Yan seems to have overheated. I’m taking him to the medical room.”
Tu Xi picked up Xia Yan’s legs with one arm, and with the other, he wrapped around Xia Yan’s shoulder blades, gripping his shoulders tightly. He rested Xia Yan’s head against his chest.
The intimate and romantic princess carry was strikingly suggestive.
Zhao Wenhan cast a jealous, tearful glance at Tu Xi but, ultimately, didn’t dare delay Xia Yan’s medical attention and followed Tu Xi closely.
With the major sponsor’s younger brother nearby, the director dared not continue the livestream for fear of accidentally capturing Zhao Wenhan.
The broadcast was reluctantly concluded with a message to tune in next Saturday for more details on the show.
Viewers: MMP!!!1“MMP” is a Chinese slang that is short for “mā maì pī”. It is a really bad word that originally comes from the dialect of Sichuan, Chongqing, Guizhou, and other regions. It is a curse word that is forbidden in Sichuan dialect and is equivalent to “your mother is a b****” or “son of b****” in English
With the livestream closed and no way to comment, netizens quickly moved to social media, where discussions and debates erupted.
Zhao Wenxiu suppressed Xia Yan’s flirtatious behavior, which was tied to the “Ah Er” incident.
However, with so many viewers and recordings, it was impossible to remove the trending search.
At the same time, Xia Yan’s dazed fall was captured and spread rapidly, becoming a new popular meme.
Various internet gods took turns posting, and the new flow of meme expressions was officially launched.
【Baby fell down, baby is aggrieved JPG.】
【Hurry and pick me up JPG.】
【Hello, marry me JPG.】
【Hmph, you all keep posting my wife’s memes. He’s upset now. Dog head JPG.】
【Who can refuse a pure little demon? Not me, that’s for sure.】
【Ahhhh!! Xia Yan, carried by Tu Xi after heatstroke, is so obedient. I also want a Xia Yan wife or husband; I’m not picky.】
In this beauty-filled era, face value enthusiasts showed incredible enthusiasm.
One meme after another pushed some angry anti-fans of Xia Yan down.
Anti-fans angrily commented: 【Your views are incorrect.】
【This meme-centric post is unrelated to the main character’s actions. Anti-fans should start a new thread. We won’t disturb you.】
Anti-fans: 【……】
You fake fans!!!
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The medical room in the villa was located on the first floor, equipped with only two simple beds and basic medical supplies.
Xia Yan sat dazedly on the edge of the bed, his eyes unfocused and staring into space, with the words “princess carry” flashing repeatedly in his mind.
In a typical plot, when the scumbag gong is injured, the little shou should have gone through a lot of hardships to carry the scumbag gong to a ‘safe point.’
Why could Tu Xi effortlessly carry him after such intense exercise?
It feels like he lost his dignity as a scumbag gong
Xia Yan’s mind was in chaos, with images of intense kisses, absolute strength, and subtle control surging through his thoughts.
An unsettling idea was about to surface—
Clack!
The man opened the medicine box’s long cross latch. With a serious and solemn expression, his fingers swiftly sorted through the needed items.
The evening sun streamed through the transparent window, casting a warm, gauzy glow over Tu Xi, creating a soft halo around him.
The shadows of the two stretched long and merged slightly at the edges.
Tu Xi’s features were undeniably beautiful. With long eyelashes and light brown eyes filled with complex emotions—regret, anxiety, admiration—each tasted different, like a piece of honey-filled candy.
His intense emotions surged towards Xia Yan like a tide.
Xia Yan gripped the edge of the bed, unable to snap out of his daze, forgetting the subtle anxiety he felt.
“There’s mineral water in the fridge. It might be a bit cold. Bear with it.”
“Mm.”
Tu Xi took a clean white towel, holding the icy mineral water, kneeling on one knee, and gently lifted Xia Yan’s foot to rest in his lap, carefully applying the cold compress to reduce the swelling.
The room was silent.
The good soundproofing separated them from the noisy crowd outside.
Zhao Wenhan and the director, having been dismissed by Tu Xi earlier, were absent. The doctor checked once more and confirmed it was a regular ankle sprain, which was a relief.
However, due to Xia Yan’s fainting, they suspected heatstroke and provided him with a bottle of traditional medicine.
“……” Xia Yan drank it with difficulty, the strange taste spreading on his tongue, his lips involuntarily curling in discomfort.
The doctor smiled and handed him a peppermint candy: “Young people need to learn to gauge their limits. Health is most important.”
Xia Yan, looking a bit wilted, responded with a soft “oh,” after unwrapping the candy and placing it in his mouth, the cool, sweet flavor gradually masked the medicinal taste, making his expression slightly better.
“Mr. Tu will handle the bandaging, so I’ll leave you two alone. Call me if you need anything.”
After the doctor left, the room returned to calm.
After about fifteen minutes of applying the ice, Tu Xi lifted Xia Yan’s right leg and examined it closely. Seeing the ankle still swelling the size of a baby’s fist, the frustration on his face was evident.
“Sorry.”
“?” Xia Yan, with the candy in his mouth, made a puzzled sound as if questioning why Tu Xi was apologizing.
“It’s all my fault.” The man lowered his head dejectedly, holding Xia Yan’s leg with both hands, resting his chin on his thigh, and looking up at him. “If I hadn’t insisted on winning and kept competing with Wei Junhao, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”
It was just a friendly match in a variety show, meant more for show than for competition.
He had pushed himself hard to win to fulfill Xia Yan’s wish, but his actions ended up hurting him, and he took all the blame. Thinking of his earlier behavior, Xia Yan felt deeply guilty.
He quickly explained, “It has nothing to do with you. I was too hasty at the end and didn’t steady my footing.”
The uneven sand on the beach and his determination to win caused him to injure his ankle when he jumped for the final ball.
Despite this, Tu Xi was still upset for not protecting his loved one.
“Actually, it doesn’t hurt at all.”
“……”
“Really. Don’t believe me? I can stand up and walk a few steps to show you.” Xia Yan wasn’t lying; aside from the initial sharp pain, he had kept his pain sensation blocked by the system and felt almost nothing.
As he spoke, Xia Yan really tried to get out of bed.
Tu Xi hurriedly pushed him back down, “Don’t joke with your body. Let me apply the medicine.”
“……Alright.”
Tu Xi’s method was gentle, applying a pain-relieving medicine and massaging the area to reduce swelling and promote blood circulation.
The pain lessened, but other sensations remained.
Tu Xi’s fingers, which had held the mineral water for a while, were cool and alleviated the burning sensation in Xia Yan’s ankle, giving a slightly tingling, itchy feeling, which was quite strange.
Xia Yan unconsciously tried to move away, but Tu Xi held him firmly.
“Sorry, did I hurt you? I’ll be gentler. If I don’t massage, it’ll be worse tomorrow.”
Xia Yan: “……” Help! Don’t go any lighter!!! This is getting creepy!!!
At that moment, the door to the medical room was suddenly pushed open with force from the outside. Wei Junhao stood at the door, his tall figure resembling a guardian deity.
