Huayu97: Starting with Wu Song Fighting the Tiger

Liu Xiang frowned but didn't say anything, supporting Fan Binbin with her hand.

The van carried them, bumping along the road to the hospital. The suburban roads of the 1990s were full of potholes, making the ride bumpy. Liu Xiang, worried that she might be uncomfortable, gently pressed her head against his shoulder, letting her lean against him. Fan Binbin's soft hair brushed against his neck, tickling him and carrying a faint scent of Bee & Flower shampoo.

When they arrived at the Beijing hospital, it was already evening. Liu Xiang helped Fan Binbin out of the car.

The crew's assistant spent more than half an hour registering and paying for the appointment before finally getting Fan Binbin into a two-person ward.

The ward contained two iron-framed beds covered with blue and white checkered sheets. Several coal briquettes were piled up in the corner, burning brightly, but they couldn't ward off the winter chill.

At this time, the other bed was still empty and no one had moved in yet.

After paying, the assistant approached Liu Xiang and said, "Brother Liu Xiang, I have to go back to the set. The director is waiting for me! Please take care of Binbin. If you need anything, just page me!"

Seeing his hurried manner, and then glancing at Fan Binbin lying on the bed, half-asleep, Liu Xiang nodded and said, "Alright, you should leave now. I'll stay here!"

The assistant, feeling like he'd been granted a pardon, said "Thank you, Brother Liu Xiang" and then disappeared. Liu Xiang shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked to the bedside. He watched as the nurse gave Fan Binbin an injection and put him on an IV drip. Only when a trace of color finally returned to Fan Binbin's pale face did he breathe a sigh of relief.

For the next few days, Liu Xiang became Fan Binbin's temporary caregiver; taking care of a beautiful woman was a pleasure!

In the morning, he went to the breakfast stall near the hospital to buy fried dough sticks and soy milk. He tore the fried dough sticks into small pieces, soaked them in the soy milk, and carefully fed them to her.

At noon, I went to a nearby small restaurant and ordered light, home-style dishes.

I would stay by her bedside at night, telling her stories and chatting with her to keep her company.

The elderly couple from the next ward came over for a visit. Seeing how thoughtful Liu Xiang was, they couldn't help but tease him. One of the older women, knitting a sweater, smiled and said, "Young man, your girlfriend is so beautiful! You're so good to her. These days, you don't see such considerate young men anymore!"

Just as Liu Xiang was about to explain, Fan Binbin blushed and whispered, "Auntie, he's my brother..."

"Oh my, you two siblings are so close!" The older woman's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter. "You two are even sweeter than a young couple!"

Fan Binbin's face turned even redder. He buried his head in the blanket, leaving only his two watery eyes peeking at Liu Xiang, while the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

Around noon that day, the weather cleared up for once, and the warm winter sun shone through the window into the ward, golden and comforting. Seeing that Fan Binbin was in much better spirits, Liu Xiang helped her to the balcony to bask in the sun.

The balcony wasn't large, furnished with a few worn-out wooden chairs. The sunlight bathed them, warm and comforting, making them feel drowsy. Liu Xiang moved a chair for Fan Binbin to sit on, then wrapped her in a thick coat to keep her warm. Fan Binbin leaned back in the chair, squinting in the sun, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow in the sunlight, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

"Brother Liu Xiang," she suddenly spoke, her voice soft, "thank you... I don't know what I would have done without you."

Liu Xiang sat down beside her, looking at her pale but gradually rosy face, and smiled: "Why are you being so polite with me? It's not easy for a young girl like you to work so hard on the film set!"

Fan Binbin turned her head and looked at him, her eyes sparkling: "Brother Liu Xiang, you're so kind... Everyone in the crew is busy filming, no one cares whether I'm sick or not, only you..."

As she spoke, her eyes reddened slightly. Suddenly, she swayed, slipped, and fell straight towards Liu Xiang. Liu Xiang reacted quickly, reaching out to catch her and pulling her into her arms.

Fan Binbin's body was soft, carrying a faint scent of medicine and sunshine. The moment she bumped into his arms, Liu Xiang's heart raced.

He looked down at the little girl in his arms; her face was only a few centimeters away from his, and her long eyelashes trembled gently.

Her nose was small and delicate, and her lips were slightly parted, with an alluring rosy hue.

She struggled to get up from Liu Xiang's embrace, but because she had just recovered from a fever, she had no strength and could only lean softly against him, her voice barely audible: "Brother Liu Xiang... I... I didn't mean to..."

Liu Xiang's throat was a little dry. He could smell the faint scent of shampoo in her hair and feel her warm breath brushing against his neck. His heart was pounding like a deer. He composed himself and carefully helped her sit up straight, his voice a little hoarse: "It's okay, be careful, the floor is slippery."

Fan Binbin lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye. Her ears were bright red, and she twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers, whispering, "Mmm..."

The warm sun on the balcony gradually slanted westward. The two sat side by side, neither of them speaking, yet there was a hint of awkwardness, and a faint, sweet feeling quietly spreading in the air.

In the evening, Fan Binbin felt a little better and said she wanted to go to the bathroom to wash her face. Liu Xiang was worried and helped her slowly walk there. The bathroom was in a corner of the ward. It wasn't big, with only a worn-out sink and a squat toilet. The light bulb was fifteen watts, and the dim yellow light, carrying a bit of dampness, cast long shadows of the two of them.

Liu Xiang helped her to the sink and was about to turn on the faucet when Fan Binbin suddenly stumbled and fell limply to the ground.

"Binbin!" Liu Xiang reacted quickly, reaching out to pull her into a tight embrace and pinning her against the cold wall.

Caught off guard, the distance between them instantly closed, so close they could count each other's eyelashes. Fan Binbin's nose almost touched his chin, her warm breath carrying a faint medicinal scent, brushing against his neck, causing his heart to tremble.

Fan Binbin's face flushed crimson, like a ripe cherry. She stared at Liu Xiang with her large, watery eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, a hint of panic and shyness in her voice. Even her breathing became rapid: "Brother Liu Xiang... I..."

Liu Xiang looked down at the little girl in his arms; her soft body pressed tightly against him, as if melting against his chest.

At this moment, even through the thin hospital gown, one could clearly feel her delicate skin and slightly feverish body temperature.

A thought suddenly popped into Liu Xiang's mind: many years later, Fan Binbin would make a movie called "Apple".

There are also such dimly lit and cramped spaces inside, and such ambiguous and entangled physical contact.

But by then, her eyes no longer held the purity and shyness they did now.

This thought struck Liu Xiang like an electric current. Looking at Fan Binbin in his arms, he felt a strong desire to conquer, along with a trace of inexplicable emotion.

His fingers tightened slightly, and the strength in his arms around her waist unconsciously increased. His throat began to dry, and he couldn't even utter a word!