C15 I Personally Apply the Medicine!

"Can I interpret that look as longing?" Juchuan immediately caught Xiaoyu's slightly bewildered gaze. It was like the look of a puppy abandoned by its owner, wet and heart-wrenching.

This stirred a playful urge in Juchuan. "What are you talking about? That's funny," Xiaoyu said, trying to cover her embarrassment by looking down at her ankle, though the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

When your mind wanders, accidents happen—like Xiaoyu right now. She was so focused on Juchuan's words that her actions slipped out of control.

"Ouch." The embarrassment and panic Xiaoyu felt were quickly replaced by the pain from her ankle. She carefully cradled it with her hand, looking upset, tears welling up in her eyes.

Juchuan's expression changed instantly. He swiftly moved in front of her and crouched down. "How is it? Does it hurt a lot?"

"Isn't that obvious? It's not your ankle that's twisted, so of course, you don't feel the pain," Xiaoyu retorted, looking up at Juchuan with a mix of grievance and annoyance.

Juchuan, who was about to snap back, swallowed his words when he saw her reddened eyes. He sat down on the couch next to Xiaoyu and gently placed her foot on his lap.

"What are you doing?" Xiaoyu asked, watching Juchuan's actions with suspicion.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you."

Xiaoyu stayed silent, observing him. Juchuan glanced at her and warned, "It might hurt a bit, so brace yourself."

Only then did Xiaoyu notice the medical kit beside him, filled with various supplies. She moved her lips, realizing she had misjudged Juchuan.

"Ow." Juchuan looked up, frowning at Xiaoyu, and paused his movements.

Su Xiaoyu's expression was a bit awkward. "It doesn't actually hurt that much."

Shen Juchuan noticed her evasive gaze and smiled to himself. This side of Su Xiaoyu was quite endearing.

The lounge was quiet, almost as if little pink bubbles were floating in the air, though neither of them noticed.

Outside the lounge, Tong Yuv wasn't in such a good mood. She glared at Su Xiaoyu inside, recalling earlier events, and clenched her fists.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and pulled out her phone from her bag. She glanced at Su Xiaoyu sitting on the couch, a strange smile playing on her lips.

Su Xiaoyu felt something and looked up.

Shen Juchuan, who was applying medicine to her, also looked up. "What's wrong?"

Su Xiaoyu glanced at the half-open lounge door, frowned slightly, and shook her head. "It's nothing."

Shen Juchuan frowned at her.

"Well, I should get going. It's getting late." Su Xiaoyu said, pulling her leg back from Shen Juchuan's lap. She could clearly feel the warmth through the fabric and the muscular feel of his thigh, which made her blush.

Shen Juchuan looked at her reddened ears with amusement. "I'll walk you out."

"No need." Su Xiaoyu regretted her words immediately and hesitated, looking at Shen Juchuan. Her voice softened, "I mean, I can have a friend pick me up."

Shen Juchuan looked at her seriously.

"Why are you staring?" Su Xiaoyu always felt his gaze was a bit unfriendly.

"I suddenly feel like you've had a change of heart. Were you scared too much?"

"You're the one who got scared," Su Xiaoyu retorted angrily.

Shen Juchuan teased her, "Or maybe you just had a sudden burst of conscience?"

"Shen Juchuan, that's enough." Su Xiaoyu couldn't take it anymore. She glared at Shen Juchuan and stood up abruptly, forgetting her current predicament.

As she started to fall, Shen Juchuan caught her. "That's a unique way to fall into someone's arms."

Su Xiaoyu's hand pressed against his chest, her face flushed. "Who said I was falling into your arms?"

Shen Juchuan just smiled at her without saying a word.

Su Xiaoyu glared at him, but before she could react, Shen Juchuan scooped her up again. "Don't move. If your foot gets worse, I won't approve your day off tomorrow."

"You..." Su Xiaoyu glared at Shen Juchuan, but ultimately, she had to give in to her boss's authority.

Lying on the bed, Su Xiaoyu stared blankly at the ceiling. After a moment, she let out a sigh and buried her head in the pillow. It was infuriating, absolutely infuriating.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Su Xiaoyu quickly composed herself. "Come in."

"How's your foot?" Jiuer walked in.

Su Xiaoyu glanced at her ankle. "It's fine, just a sprain."

"That's good to hear."

Su Xiaoyu noticed Jiuer's strange expression and asked, "What's up?"