Yan Huan was holding a pen, buried in organizing the notes from today's interview when she heard Cheng Yue's voice outside the tent: "Yan Huan, can I come in?"
"Come in." Yan Huan closed her notebook and looked up just in time to see Cheng Yue entering with a bottle of medicine in hand.
"I'm here to disinfect your wound and check on it," Cheng Yue said.
"It's much better now. Thank you! Just leave the antiseptic; I'll do it myself!" Yan Huan felt it was a bit awkward letting Cheng Yue hold her leg to apply the medicine.
Besides, Qiu Xinyi was also in the tent, and if she saw this, with her big mouth, who knows how she'd spread the word.
Yan Huan reached out to take the medicine from Cheng Yue, but he didn't hand it over.
"Come on, roll up your pant leg, let me do it!"
"Ahem! Are you two pretending I'm not in this tent? Watch out for your behavior!" Qiu Xinyi coughed twice, teasingly reminding them.
Yan Huan was about the same age, but how come she had so many admirers?
