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Her toes struck the hard table leg without warning.

"Ugh!" A suppressed cry of pain escaped from his throat.

The intense pain made her instinctively pull her leg back, and combined with the momentum of her body, she instantly lost her balance and staggered forward.

In a panic, my arm instinctively braced itself against the table, but then a muffled "thump" was heard as my elbow slammed heavily against the edge of the table.

A piercing pain shot through my toes and elbows simultaneously, like an electric shock that instantly swept through my entire body.

Her vision went black, and she was in so much pain that she almost fainted. Her body went limp and slid down the table leg to the cold floor.

Physiological, painful tears welled up uncontrollably in my eyes and swirled around inside.

She bit her lower lip tightly, the congestion in her nose making it hard to breathe. She could only take a few deep, difficult breaths, forcing back her cries of pain and tears, leaving only a slight tremor in her body caused by the intense pain.

In the darkness, she curled up, her hands tightly covering her injured toes and arms.

Fortunately, this desk is made of pure wood with rounded edges and no sharp corners; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Several minutes passed before the suffocating pain subsided slightly.

Her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and she could barely make out the blurry outlines of the furniture in the room.

She carefully moved her body to the bedside, slowly stood up while holding onto the edge of the bed, and groped for her phone next to her pillow.

With a tap of my finger, I found the flashlight function.

A blinding white light pierced the darkness of the room, bringing her a rare ray of light.

Her eyes squinted slightly, unaccustomed to the change, and it took several seconds for them to adjust.

With the help of this temporary light source, the layout of the room became clearly visible.

Her gaze involuntarily fell on the familiar wooden table, the spot where she had been hit still throbbing with pain.

Yan Nuoya pursed her lips, suppressing the inexplicable grievance in her heart, and walked awkwardly to the door with a limp, turning on the main light in the room with a "click".

She walked back to the table, her fingertips gently tracing the smooth wood grain of the surface.

She specifically asked Su Mengli and the others to leave this table so that she could read anytime.

If you bump into something, you can only blame yourself for being careless... You can't blame a table, can you? That would be ridiculous.

Her gaze swept across the bookshelf, finally settling on a book of poems, which she then pulled out.

Yan Nuoya sat in the chair, placed the book flat on the table, and opened it.

She didn't know how long she had been looking when she turned to a certain page.

It suddenly stopped.

Loneliness is a garden, but there is only one tree in it.

Despair has fingers, but it can only grasp dead butterflies.

With a weary soul, I am here every hour, filling up the lake of hope.

It just so happens to be at times like this...

She tried to immerse herself in the words and let them soothe the restlessness in her heart, but found that her heart was even more difficult to calm down.

Despite the complete stillness of the night, she found it difficult to maintain her usual composure.

She slammed the book shut in frustration, the pain in her toes and arms seeming to exacerbate her inner turmoil.

She needed to go to the restroom, she thought.

Going to the toilet or washing your face should make you feel better and help shift your mood.

She got up again, enduring the pain, and staggered out of the room, leaning against the wall for support.

The corridor was dark and silent, but with a flashlight in her hand, she was able to prevent a repeat of the disaster.

When she came out of the bathroom, her body seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, and her steps unconsciously stopped in front of Mo Xiangwen's room.

She stood blankly at the door, her fingers unconsciously raised, hovering in mid-air, only an inch away from the door panel.

To knock or not to knock?

The thought had barely crossed her mind when, within seconds, reason prevailed, and she quickly lowered her raised hand as if she had been burned.

No...it's too late. He must have gone to bed long ago, and he's sick too; he needs to rest properly.

Perhaps he infected himself with the disease.

Yan Nuoya sighed silently in her heart, with a hint of indescribable disappointment and self-mockery, and was about to turn around and leave with her injured foot.

"Click".

Without warning, the door opened from the inside, and Mo Xiangwen's face, illuminated by the light from his phone screen, appeared behind it.

He was groping his way to the living room to get a drink of water and then go to the bathroom. Using the light from his phone's flashlight, he opened the door, only to find a slender figure standing outside.

In the dim light, Yan Nuoya, wearing a white nightgown, looked exceptionally thin.

Her face was pale, her eyes seemed slightly red, and her loose, silvery-white hair had a kind of messy beauty.

This unexpected encounter in the dead of night was not at all frightening. On the contrary, in Mo Xiangwen's eyes, she, dressed in a white nightgown, was like an elf who had quietly descended into the quiet night, possessing a fragile yet breathtaking beauty.

No matter how many nights he spent in the studio or how many times he looked at the outfit, he always felt that this was the most suitable one for Yan Nuoya... Although he had never seen any of Yan Nuoya's other pajamas, he always had this feeling.

"Noya?" Mo Xiangwen was clearly taken aback, his sleepiness instantly vanishing. He looked at her with a mixture of confusion and concern: "What's wrong? Is there something you need so late?"

Yan Nuoya's heart skipped a beat, almost leaping out of her throat.

The sudden opening of the door and Mo Xiangwen's gaze left her flustered and at a loss, but she quickly managed to find a plausible excuse.

"I...I accidentally hurt my foot and arm," she lowered her eyes, her voice low, with a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment, "I wanted to ask...if you have any medicine here?"

Chapter 146 Now I can't sleep at all (4K combined)

"You got hurt?!" Mo Xiangwen was instantly wide awake, asking with surprise and worry, "How did you get hurt? Is it serious?"

"It shouldn't be too serious..." Yan Nuoya pursed her lips and said softly, "It's just a little painful, and it's a little inconvenient to walk."

“I don’t have any medicine in my room, but I remember seeing Su Mengyao take a first-aid kit out of the living room cabinet yesterday. There should be some in it.”

Mo Xiangwen came to her side and looked her up and down in the light: "How about I help you to the living room? Don't force yourself."

Before Yan Nuoya could answer, he instinctively reached out and gently supported her arm.

Yan Nuoya's toes were in so much pain that she leaned almost half of her body against him.

Through the thin fabric of his pajamas, Mo Xiangwen could clearly feel the warmth and softness transmitted to his arm, as well as the weight of his body.

Mo Xiangwen carefully helped her walk slowly into the living room.

"Clap."

He fumbled to turn on the light, and the soft light instantly dispelled the darkness, filling the entire space.

"Where are you hurt? How did you get hit?" Mo Xiangwen made her sit down on the sofa, squatted down in front of her, frowned slightly, and carefully examined her.

Feeling a slight flush on Yan Nuoya's cheeks as he stared at her so closely, she lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze.

Staring at his hands resting on his knees, he quietly recounted the "tragedy" of how he had groped his way to his desk in the dark, accidentally kicked a table leg, lost his balance, and then bumped his elbow on the edge of the table.

After saying that, she raised her right hand somewhat embarrassedly and pointed to her right elbow: "...I bumped my elbow on the edge of the table here, and it hurts quite a bit."

Mo Xiangwen's gaze fell on her right arm. Her nightgown had long sleeves, covering her arm, so it was impossible to tell where the injury was.

"Should we lift it up and take a look? Is it okay?" He looked up to ask for her opinion.

Yan Nuoya's ears flushed slightly, and she gently shook her head: "I'd better do it myself."

Mo Xiangwen didn't insist on this matter.

Yan Nuoya carefully rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair and slender arms, which gleamed with a warm glow under the bright living room lights.

Mo Xiangwen approached and examined her closely. Sure enough, there was a noticeable red mark on her elbow joint, which stood out starkly against her fair skin.

It's probably a sign that the subcutaneous capillaries ruptured after the impact, and a bruise is forming.

"It looks a bit red, so it must be where you bumped it." Mo Xiangwen frowned. "It might just hurt a little now, but tomorrow the bruise will spread and the color will darken, it might turn into a large purplish-blue patch, and it will hurt even more. It's better to apply some blood-activating and stasis-removing medicine first, it can relieve some of the pain."

He got up and walked to the storage cabinet in the corner of the living room, searching through it based on his memory.

Sure enough, the family medicine kit was found on the second floor.

He picked it up, placed it on the coffee table, and opened it; the medicines inside were fairly complete.

He checked the labels and took out two bottles of Yunnan Baiyao aerosol and a pack of disinfectant cotton swabs.

"Bear with it, it might be a little cold." Mo Xiangwen squatted down in front of Yan Nuoya again, picked up the red bottle of aerosol spray, and skillfully shook it up and down a few times to mix the liquid inside thoroughly.

He gestured for Yan Nuoya to raise her arm slightly, then, keeping a distance, sprayed the medicine onto the swollen area.

A cool, medicinal mist enveloped her skin, prompting her to take a gentle breath.

Mo Xiangwen put down the red bottle, picked up the white aerosol bottle, shook it, and sprayed another layer onto the red mark.

He then gently and evenly applied the medicine to the red and swollen area with a cotton swab.

After applying the ointment to his arm, Mo Xiangwen threw the used cotton swab into the nearby trash can. Just as he was about to close the lid, he suddenly remembered something and looked up to ask, "By the way, you said you bumped your foot too? Kicked the table? Which foot? Are your toes swollen? Did you twist your ankle? A sprain will be more troublesome if it's not treated promptly."

Yan Nuoya remained silent.

It's one thing for him to see my arms... but do I have to let him see my feet too?

This...this is really a bit...not quite right, is it?

Her toes curled up unconsciously inside her slippers, and her cheeks felt slightly hot.

Seeing that she was keeping her head down and not speaking, Mo Xiangwen immediately understood her concerns.

He also wanted to take care of Yan Nuoya's feelings, but he was also very worried about Yan Nuoya's injuries.

She could spray Yunnan Baiyao spray on her feet herself, but with her long legs, it wasn't very convenient to apply it even when she curled up, let alone check her injuries.

Mo Xiangwen hesitated for a moment, then slowly comforted her, "Noya, if your toe is badly injured, it may swell or even your toenail may fall off. If it's serious, you need to go to the hospital. It's better to check the injury now."

He was not threatening Yan Nuoya, nor did he have any ulterior motives.

He used to love playing basketball in junior high school, and he has a lot of experience with injuries all over his body.

Seeing that Yan Nuoya was still blankly unresponsive, he hesitated for a moment, then added, "Especially since you said you fell; if you twisted your ankle and didn't apply cold compresses and medicine in time, it might be so swollen that you can't walk tomorrow, which would be even more troublesome..."

"I can't possibly carry you to class; that would be too strange."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Yan Nuoya paused slightly, somewhat absentmindedly thinking, "Carry it to class? It doesn't seem like it's impossible..."

"Are you listening, Noah?" Mo Xiangwen looked at her in confusion. They were talking about something so serious, so why did she suddenly seem lost in thought, her eyes glazed over? He helplessly stretched out his hand and gently waved it in front of her eyes.

Yan Nuoya seemed to be startled awake, and suddenly came to her senses, nodding slightly.

“Even though you really twisted your ankle, carrying you to class is no big deal.” Mo Xiangwen said patiently as she came to her senses, “But getting injured is never a good thing.”

Seeing his earnest and lengthy explanation, Yan Nuoya's awkward shyness suddenly dissipated, replaced by another inexplicable emotion.

Ah, there's an idiot.

Yan Nuoya couldn't help but secretly smile to herself.

Instantly, she felt the gloom in her heart disappear, as if a gentle breeze had blown into the room, making the stagnant air flow again, and her mood lightened considerably.

"Okay," Yan Nuoya said with a light smile, "I'm counting on you."

As she spoke, she slowly took her feet out of her slippers.

Mo Xiangwen was slightly taken aback, wondering why she had suddenly changed her mind so quickly.

But this is more like her usual self.

Mo Xiangwen sat down next to her, gently patted his thigh, and gave her a look.

Yan Nuoya hesitated for a moment, then turned slightly to the side, gently lifted her injured right foot, and carefully placed it on his thigh.

Feeling a bit awkward in the position, he simply put both feet up at once.

Under the light, her feet were small and delicate, with beautiful arches, rounded toes, and neatly trimmed nails that shone with a healthy pink luster.

Her skin was fair and delicate, like the finest porcelain.

Mo Xiangwen's gaze fell on those fair, white feet. He composed himself, trying to ignore the strange feeling, and asked, "Which toe is it?"