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"Right...right big toe."

Although her mood and mindset had changed, Yan Nuoya still couldn't help feeling embarrassed when the time came, and her voice trembled noticeably.

Mo Xiangwen extended his right hand and gently lifted her right ankle, while his left hand carefully pinched the tip of her right big toe.

His warm palms touched her sensitive ankles and toes, sending waves of intense tingling sensations through her. Yan Nuoya was so embarrassed that her toes curled up.

"Don't be nervous, relax," Mo Xiangwen reassured him in a low voice.

He lowered his head and carefully examined the toenail and joint of his big toe.

Sure enough, the base of the toenail was a little red, and the toe joint was a little swollen, but fortunately the toenail did not show any signs of loosening.

“It’s swollen here.” Mo Xiangwen pointed to the red and swollen area: “Try to see if you can move your toes by yourself? Bend or straighten them? Go slowly, don’t force it.”

Yan Nuoya followed his instructions and focused her mind on controlling her right toes.

The little toe, ring toe, and middle toe obediently bent and straightened slightly, but the injured big toe, with the slightest movement, sent a clear stinging sensation, yet remained motionless.

"It hurts a little, but I can still move," she said softly.

Mo Xiangwen stared at the motionless big toe for a second, then picked up the ointment and cotton swabs.

He first sprayed some Yunnan Baiyao (a traditional Chinese medicine) from the red bottle onto her swollen toe joints, and then applied it evenly with a cotton swab.

After a short while, he took out the white bottle and repeated the process.

The medicine was finally applied. Mo Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief, checked her ankle, but couldn't see anything wrong, so he had to put her foot down.

After applying the ointment to his big toe joint, Mo Xiangwen checked the other toes and the entire instep to make sure there were no other injuries. Then, his gaze fell on his ankle.

"Ankle..." He was a bit stumped. He was just experienced with injuries, not a professional doctor. He couldn't really tell anything from the look and didn't know what to do.

He hesitated for a moment, then gently pinched the soft tissue around her right ankle with his fingers, making as gentle a movement as possible: "How does it feel here now? Does it hurt? Do you feel unsteady or hot?"

Yan Nuoya carefully felt it for a moment, then shook her head: "If I don't touch it, I don't feel anything special. It's just that when I fell, it felt a little sore, but it doesn't hurt."

"There is no obvious swelling, and there is no point of severe pain when pressed."

As Mo Xiangwen spoke, he picked up the white bottle of aerosol spray and sprayed it around her slender ankle from all sides. Then he gently spread the liquid with a cotton swab.

"It shouldn't be a serious sprain, but just to be on the safe side, let's spray some medicine on it. Check on it again tomorrow morning, and be sure to tell me if anything seems amiss."

Yan Nuoya quietly watched his profile as he carefully applied the medicine to her, her mind lost in thought.

After applying the medicine but still not receiving a reply, Mo Xiangwen looked up at Yan Nuoya in surprise.

"What?" he asked, puzzled.

"No...it's nothing." Yan Nuoya looked away and shook her head.

"Your toe is badly injured, it must hurt to walk, and we still don't know what's wrong with your ankle." He looked at Yan Nuoya and suggested softly, "How about I carry you back to your room?"

Then, to prevent Yan Nuoya from misunderstanding, he added, "If you walk back like this, the wound will be aggravated or your ankle will be strained, and it will be even more painful tomorrow."

Should I carry it back? Yan Nuoya instinctively wanted to refuse, but then she remembered that he had already seen her feet and he had helped her apply the medicine.

Now that things have come to this, there's no harm in memorizing it.

She consoled herself with this thought.

Yan Nuoya hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

It was getting late, and he was very sleepy. Seeing that Yan Nuoya had agreed, he simply knelt down in front of her.

Yan Nuoya looked at his broad back, her heart beating slightly faster.

She hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her arms and gently wrapped them around his neck, leaning forward slightly to carefully rest her upper body weight on him.

The moment her soft breasts pressed against his back through the thin fabric of her pajamas, Mo Xiangwen clearly felt a soft and elastic pressure, as well as the light weight unique to a young girl's body.

A faint, unique scent, a blend of the fragrance of shower gel and the aroma of medicine, drifted into his nostrils.

His body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on his sides to confirm the position of her legs, then reached back with both hands, firmly and powerfully supporting the back of her thighs.

He used his hands and feet simultaneously, straightened his back, and steadily lifted her onto his back.

Yan Nuoya's body was instantly lifted into the air. She subconsciously tightened her arms around his neck and rested her chin on his shoulder.

A softer touch followed, and he could even clearly smell Yan Nuoya's hair fragrance.

Mo Xiangwen kept his eyes straight ahead and quickly carried her back to her room, gently laying her down on the bedside.

"Alright." He stood up, looking at her slightly flushed cheeks, and instructed, "The medicine has been applied. Get some rest tonight. If the pain gets bad in the middle of the night, or your foot gets swollen badly, or if you need anything, don't bear it. Just call me and I'll come right away."

"Mmm," Yan Nuoya replied softly.

Mo Xiangwen nodded and turned to leave.

"By the way, Xiang Wen," Yan Nuoya suddenly called out to him.

Mo Xiangwen stopped and looked back at her, wondering why she had suddenly called out to him.

"Well, what happened?"

Yan Nuoya raised her head, mustered her courage to meet his gaze, and saw his figure reflected in her clear eyes, which were filled with complex emotions.

She remained silent for a long time before finally whispering, "...Thank you, and goodnight."

Mo Xiangwen was slightly taken aback, then a smile appeared on his lips: "Okay, goodnight."

He gently closed the door and turned off the room light as well.

Yan Nuoya was left alone in the room. For a moment, she felt as if his clean scent and the smell of medicine still lingered in her nostrils.

An indescribable surge of heat quietly spread from my heart, quickly coursing through my limbs and bones.

I think I should go to sleep first.

She slowly lay down on the soft bed, pulled the thin air-conditioning blanket over herself, and gently covered half of her face.

As the surroundings quieted down, the slight burning sensation on my cheeks and behind my ears became even more pronounced.

Ah... what has she done?

If I had known, I would have come up with a more suitable reason.

For example, if you can't sleep and want to chat with him, or something like that?

That way, the subsequent events wouldn't have happened.

Now... I can't sleep at all.

Chapter 147 What business is it of mine if your family has a get-together?

"Xiang Wen, our studio's next target is Galgames, right?"

On the way back to school, Su Mengyao, who was sitting next to me, suddenly asked a question.

Mo Xiangwen paused slightly, then nodded: "Although galgame is a genre, not the goal, the next game is indeed a galgame."

Although he and Yan Nuoya still had fevers yesterday, they had both recovered by the time they woke up this morning, so they obediently went back to school.

On the contrary, Su Mengli said she had something to talk to her parents about today, so she went back home since she didn't have classes today and didn't go back to school with them.

Su Mengyao simply felt bored being alone at home, so she went back to school with him and Yan Nuoya.

"Is it a campus-themed one?" Su Mengyao asked again.

Why am I suddenly so interested in the next project today?

Mo Xiangwen turned to look at her in confusion, only to find that she had a serious expression on her face, as if she were talking about something very important.

However, this is nothing to hide.

"Yes, it's a campus theme," he answered honestly.

Su Mengyao had expected this, so she wasn't too surprised. Instead, she gave a strange smile.

“Well, if you’re going to create something, you definitely need to have firsthand experience to create a better work, right?” Su Mengyao said with a smile.

No, haven't you heard... Never mind, saying it would only hurt him.

Mo Xiangwen paused for a moment and decided not to refute Su Mengyao on this matter.

Even so, Su Mengyao's intentions were too obvious; she was clearly trying to entice him.

"Speak," Mo Xiangwen glanced at her cautiously, then said with a smile, "Miss Su is a major shareholder of Aurora Night Studio. Is there anything we can't discuss directly?"

"Oh, forget about shareholders." Su Mengyao blinked. "We're good friends, aren't we?"

Good grief, is there a stack of buffs between us? Why don't you just say we're good brothers?

"Yes, yes, friend." Mo Xiangwen nodded repeatedly with a smile, while quietly moving closer to Yan Nuoya and away from Su Mengyao.

The sharp-eyed Su Mengyao quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back forcefully.

"You're so mean!" Su Mengyao pouted and complained, "Why are you so wary of me?"

"I didn't," Mo Xiangwen denied outright.

"Yes." Su Mengyao stared straight at him and pointed to the spot where she had been standing. "You even moved a little to the side."

Mo Xiangwen subconsciously turned his gaze away, avoiding eye contact with her.

"Ahem, that's not important." Mo Xiangwen coughed lightly, abruptly changing the subject: "So what exactly do you want to tell me? Can't you just say it directly?"

“Because if I say it directly, you will definitely refuse.” Su Mengyao pouted.

Over the course of their time together, she has come to understand Mo Xiangwen and Yan Nuoya's personalities better and better.

These two are practically identical in personality; they both hate trouble.

Refuse anything unnecessary if you can.

"I see..." Mo Xiangwen nodded thoughtfully, "Then you don't need to say anything more, I refuse."

Su Mengyao almost choked on her words and fainted. She reached out and gently pinched his waist in retaliation.

"Alright, alright, go ahead." Mo Xiangwen sighed and conceded, "If it's not too troublesome, I'll agree."

This promise was essentially meaningless, but Su Mengyao didn't know how to break through his defenses for the time being.

Su Mengyao hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Let's go camping together this weekend."

After saying that, as if afraid he would misunderstand, she explained again: "Of course, I just mean to take the grill, snacks, drinks, and cards to play for half a day and then come back, not to stay overnight."

Camping? Isn't that a small matter?

Although he didn't like going out, Su Mengyao's point was valid.

We should still gather materials from the places where they are needed.

Even if a camping trip doesn't happen, it's always good to prepare in advance.

It's just a small matter, why all the buildup? It's like an ugly daughter-in-law meeting her in-laws.

“Sure.” Mo Xiangwen nodded nonchalantly. “Then we can discuss it in the group chat later, and we can all go together.”

"Okay, let's all go together," Su Mengyao readily agreed. "My parents are coming too..."

What? Your parents are coming too? Mo Xiangwen looked at her pretty face and wondered if this silly girl had secretly gone to eat breakfast on her own this morning without telling him and Yan Nuoya.

Moreover, they ate wild mushrooms, the kind that bring bad luck; otherwise, how could they say such a thing?

Who brings their parents along when hanging out with friends?

Before he could speak, Yan Nuoya reacted even faster, quickly saying, "I'm sorry, Mengyao, I just realized I've fallen behind in my studies recently, and I have to study this weekend, so I won't be able to go with you."

It was as if Su Mengyao assumed she had agreed if she spoke a second too late.

"Mmm, it's okay."

Su Mengyao was well aware that although her mother said she wanted to meet everyone in the studio, given Yan Nuoya's aversion to socializing, there was no way she would attend.

Bai Shishi hasn't asked yet, but the result is predictable, since that child is very shy.

Even if Xiang Wen were there, there would be some chance of success if Bai Shishi asked him to do it, but she didn't really want to force her.

At this moment, Mo Xiangwen also realized what was happening and forced a smile: "I'm sorry... Mengyao, I suddenly remembered that I've fallen behind in my studies. I'm going to be studying with Nuoya this weekend."

"No." Su Mengyao quickly grabbed his hand, as if he would run away at any moment: "Only you have to come."

Mo Xiangwen hurriedly pried her fingers apart, as if trying to avoid it at all costs.