He left the track first without interrupting their conversation.
Only when Song Yunxing came back to his senses did he realize Shen Yanci was gone.
Song Yunxing pressed his lips together and looked around, spotting Shen Yanci emerging from a group of production staff.
"Where did you go? They'll announce the results once Ren Le and the others get back," Song Yunxing said quietly.
A large hand closed around the young man's slender wrist. "Are you hurt?" Shen Yanci asked in a low voice.
Song Yunxing looked at him in surprise. "How did you know?"
"I shouldn't have let you play. Want me to put some ointment on it?" The man's voice was low and husky.
The young man's ears burned. "They're just little scratches. They don't hurt. You don't have to make such a fuss!"
Without giving him a chance to object, the man removed his rough glove. Several conspicuous red marks streaked his pale palm, with broken skin in a few places.
Song Yunxing had gotten carried away with the race. The rapid turns of the steering wheel and the dubious-quality gloves had rubbed his palms raw.
The livestream director noticed their interaction and immediately turned the camera toward them.
Song Yunxing noticed the camera, and his ears reddened further with embarrassment.
"Normally, I'd let it slide, but dirty gloves could cause an infection." Shen Yanci glanced in the direction he was looking, blocked the camera with his back, and quickly scooped out a little ointment to smear over the young man's palm.
His movements were quick and haphazard, and the cold ointment stung the wounds.
"Hey! Can you be gentler?" The young man frowned and lowered his voice.
"Didn't you say it didn't hurt?" The man deliberately glanced up at him, though his touch grew gentler.
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