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Linlin looked utterly dejected; she'd rather be carried inside by him than live like this.

The doctor's examination was quick.

It's not serious, just a minor ligament strain. The doctor told her to go home and apply cold compresses to reduce the swelling, and to apply some safflower oil if she wants it to heal faster. She should also try to walk less for the next couple of days.

Yan Yuan carried Linlin's shoes, and as soon as the doctor finished the examination, he put the shoes next to her feet.

After writing the prescription, the doctor glanced at it and casually remarked, "Your partner is quite nice."

Linlin's face flushed red instantly, and she opened her mouth to explain, "Doctor, he's not..."

"You've misunderstood," Yan Yuan's voice rang out almost simultaneously, his tone seemingly carrying a hint of amusement, "Not yet."

Linlin stared at Yan Yuan with wide eyes, her lips moving slightly.

If it's not, then it's not. What does "not yet" even mean?

The doctor understood immediately, gave them both a meaningful look, and handed them the prescription.

Yan Yuan took the prescription and then helped Linlin into the car.

By the time Yan Yuan got into the car, Lin Lin had already adjusted her posture and was leaning against the window in a standard defensive stance.

Yan Yuan glanced at the back of her head.

Both of them have two whorls, and like Su Li, they are both hot-tempered.

Yan Yuan closed his eyes, not wanting to provoke her at this moment.

He was a bit impulsive today, but if he didn't let her know his feelings, how could he pursue her?

Linlin looked out the window at the scenery, her heart pounding wildly, her mind racing over that one sentence.

She even doubted whether she had misheard.

Why would Brother Xiaoyuan have those kinds of feelings for her?

Could it be because she kissed him last time?

Commit sin!

Linlin clung to the car window, her mind a complete mess.

She couldn't quite articulate what she was really thinking, but at least she didn't feel disgust or aversion.

Thinking of the moment Yan Yuan saved her today, Linlin felt ashamed and indignant. She bit her lower lip tightly, not wanting to break the current way she interacted with her brother Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan was also a very important person in her life.

Linlin didn't want to break the ice, and she didn't have the courage to accept the consequences of the negotiations.

By the time the car was almost home, Linlin had made up her mind.

Let's just play dumb.

Although it's somewhat self-deceptive, it's actually the safest approach. Linlin doesn't dare to take the next step, and she doesn't really want to back down either...

The car stopped, and Yan Yuan walked to the other side to open the car door for her.

Looking at his calm and composed expression, Linlin suddenly felt a little embarrassed and annoyed.

He ruined their relationship with just one sentence, yet he acted as if nothing had happened. Linlin grew angrier the more she thought about it, and she stomped on his shoes.

Yan Yuan's heart skipped a beat. The scene was fleeting, but in his eyes it was slowed down countless times.

The little girl wouldn't bully anyone. She had applied ointment to her right foot and rolled up her trouser leg, revealing her fair ankle.

Yan Yuan watched as the other person first probed with their toes, then arched their foot slightly, flattened a piece of their leather shoe, straightened their slender ankle, and slowly disappeared from his sight.

Yan Yuan's throat tightened suddenly. He looked up and saw Linlin standing in front of him, tilting her head slightly as she said, "I'm going home. Don't block my way!"

She was so fierce that, without waiting for Yan Yuan's reply, she kicked his shin again, then hopped back on one foot from beside him.

Her anger came somewhat suddenly, and she even lashed out at Yan Yuan directly.

She really spoke to him in a resentful tone.

Besides feeling a sense of novelty, Yan Yuan couldn't help but smile slightly, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

It's good that she's emotionally affected. Rather than avoiding him like before, the fact that she can still throw a tantrum right now is already a sign of the young girl's great compassion.

It must be said that Yan Yuan was already very satisfied with this result.

He bent down and said a few words to the driver, then picked up his coat and quickly caught up with Linlin.

Today is Friday. Linlin injured her foot, but fortunately she doesn't have to go to school for the next two days.

The doctor advised me to walk as little as possible, and if possible, to help me recover faster, I could apply ice packs for the first two days.

The villa started heating in mid-November, so it wasn't cold inside.

When Yan Yuan entered the house, Linlin had already run back to her room.

He chuckled, first checking the coal stove in the kitchen, then inspecting the doors, windows, and vents one by one. Once he was sure everything was alright, he picked up the kettle and filled the thermos.

After doing all this, he went back upstairs, walked to Linlin's room door, and gently knocked twice with his fingers.

There was no response from inside the door.

"Linlin, I've prepared hot water for you to wash up and put it in the bathroom. Don't move around too much because of your injured foot. We can talk about it when I come over tomorrow morning."

After waiting for a while, there was still no movement.

Yan Yuan placed the medicine and cotton swabs on the ground by the door, then turned and went downstairs to leave.

Linlin drew back the curtains and peeked down.

Yan Yuan was still standing outside the gate of the courtyard, tall and elegant, with his oil-stained woolen coat draped over his arm, standing quietly in the cold wind.

She was staring blankly at that tall figure when, as if by telepathy, the person downstairs suddenly looked up and stared straight at her window.

Linlin's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly let go, hiding behind the curtains.

It wasn't until quite a while later that Linlin opened the door a crack, but Yan Yuan was already gone.

Linlin hopped to the door on one foot, opened the door, and there were two small glass bottles on the carpet outside, one a bottle of safflower oil and the other a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, along with a brand new pack of cotton swabs.

She pursed her lips and hopped onto one foot into the bathroom.

Two thermos flasks were filled to the brim, and the enamel basin was also filled with warm water, with a clean towel draped over the side.

Linlin inexplicably got angry at herself in the mirror, puffing out her cheeks and saying, "I hate it!"

After washing up, she returned to her room, lay down on the bed, buried her face in the pillow, and let out a muffled "ah".

Xiao Yuan is so annoying!

Linlin wished she could use him as a pillow and give him a good beating.

Linlin usually talks to her mother about everything, and if all else fails, she can ask her father and brother for advice.

But this time, she surprisingly didn't tell her family anything, and even tried to threaten Yan Yuan to keep it a secret.

Yan Yuan arrived early the next morning.

She also brought the steamed buns from Dongjie Street that Linlin had recently come to like, as well as a bowl of millet porridge.

Linlin had just finished washing up and came downstairs when she bumped into him coming in from outside. There were specks of unmelted snow on the shoulders of his coat, which slowly melted in the warmth of the room, leaving a small, faint damp patch.

"Good morning, I bought you some xiaolongbao (soup dumplings). Or would you like something else? I'll go buy it now."

After a night, Linlin had calmed down a lot. "Eating xiaolongbao is fine."

"it is good."

Yan Yuan set out breakfast on the table, and the two sat facing each other, eating quietly without saying a word.

Just as Yan Yuan finished the last bite of porridge and put down his chopsticks, Linlin suddenly spoke up first, "I need to study now."