Everyone hurried over.
Yang Xiaomian looked up blankly at Fang Ci.
"N-no, you don't have to help me. You'll get dirty."
Ye Ruan was dumbfounded.
He hadn't expected this when he'd suggested that Yang Xiaomian occasionally play the sympathy card in front of Fang Ci.
The little fool often tripped when he walked. Since he was going to fall anyway, he might as well do it in front of Fang Ci.
But... this fall seemed a little too real.
It didn't look like an act.
"It's fine. Come on, get up."
Fang Ci really was good-tempered with his own people. He didn't mind that Yang Xiaomian's hands were covered in mud.
Yang Xiaomian had only just straightened up when he swayed again, looking at Fang Ci with pleading eyes.
"I think I sprained my ankle."
Ye Ruan sighed and began his performance:
"Too bad I'm half-crippled myself, or I'd carry you back."
Gu Cheng smacked Ye Ruan's butt.
"No way. There are plenty of people here. You don't need to carry him."
Yu Jingjing knew how to help things along and quickly said:
"Brother Fang, you're already dirty anyway. Why not just carry him back?"
Fang Ci hesitated.
He still hadn't found a chance to clear things up with Yang Xiaomian. If he carried him back now, what would the others on the team think if he rejected him later?
"Or I could do it?" Li Rang offered, his face full of anticipation.
This was a fucking golden opportunity to stop being single!
Yu Jingjing slapped him on the back.
"What are you talking about? Do you think bathing a bear like you is easy? Brother Fang has less fur than you. Let him do it. Take a break."
Li Rang gave her a conflicted look.
"Now you decide to