Lin Zhengran got out of bed midway through reading and went to find the ointment they kept at home for bruises and sprains. Little He Qing still did not know what he was going to do.
Only after he came back did she hear him ask, "By the way, does your foot not hurt anymore?"
Lying on the bed, Little He Qing finally reacted, silly and slow. "Yeah, it seems like it doesn't hurt anymore? When did it stop hurting again?"
She looked at Lin Zhengran as he walked over, suddenly thought of something, and waved her hands in explanation. "Don't think I lied, okay? I didn't trick you just to make you carry me. It really hurt just now, but it seems like after I came to your place, it stopped hurting, and I forgot all about it. You have to believe me! I said before that I wouldn't lie to you again."
Lin Zhengran glanced at her, lifted the blanket, and looked at her ankle. "Why are you explaining? I didn't say I didn't believe you. Give me your foot and let me take a look."
He crouched by her ankle and checked it. Just now there had been no external injury either, only some redness, but now it was basically impossible to see.
"If it stopped hurting this quickly, I'm guessing the spot where you hurt your foot before started stinging because it got hit by cold air. After you took a hot shower and your ankle warmed up, it eased up."
Little He Qing only took in half of those words. The other half of her attention was all on him looking at her foot.
She felt so embarrassed~ because Han Wenwen had said before that among the parts of a girl's body boys liked, feet