"Now is not the time to think about this problem. Your toe protectors and pantyhose are stained with blood. You must take care of your foot injury first." Zhong Buqun helped her take off the other pointe shoe.
Next, "I have to change my pantyhose first. The sweat and blood on these pantyhose and toe protectors are fused together, and they are in direct contact with the wounds on my feet. I'm afraid it's easy to get infected."
"You change your pantyhose first, and I will carry you to the infirmary later."
After taking off her pointe shoes, Lu Panpan's feet moved a little, and dark red blood overflowed from the wound. It was best not to move around now, and just change back into the daily clothes that she wore in the dance studio.
After saying that, Zhong Buqun turned his back and faced the door of the dance studio, not looking in the direction of Lu Panpan again.
The practice rooms in this building are free for students to rent and use. If a wrong student opens the door of their practice room, that's it during normal practice, but if someone sees him changing out,
Lu Panpan in pantyhose, that’s not good.
There was no one else here, so the task of "gatekeeping" naturally fell on Zhong Buqun.
Lu Panpan gritted her teeth and endured the pain, then took off her pantyhose.
Her skin was smooth, so the bright red wound on her toe looked particularly dazzling. The sticky blood was like thick glue, sticking her skin and pantyhose tightly to each other, making her suffer again when she took them off.
If you don't take off the pantyhose, you can only wait for infection; once the pantyhose is taken off, the wound will be completely opened, and fresh blood will flow out.
The sweat from practicing just now is carrying its salt, biting Lu Panpan's wounds arrogantly.
Oh, bear with it. After taking off the pantyhose and putting on the outer pants again, you can go to the infirmary to disinfect the wound.
Zhong Buqun heard Lu Panpan's painful intake of breath from time to time behind him. He couldn't bear it, but he couldn't help her at this time, so he could only stand there impatiently.
When his gaze was nowhere to be found, he accidentally discovered that Lu Panpan's figure could be vaguely seen on the glass-framed oil painting hanging in front of him.
The girl in the painting is wearing a white ballet skirt, her hair is neatly and delicately arranged, with only a few strands of broken hair hanging down naturally, which makes her fairer and more delicate.
And just on the glass mask on the surface of the painting, Lu Panpan's graceful shadow almost eclipsed the spotlight of the girl in the painting, firmly fixating Zhong Buqun's gaze.
Although he couldn't see clearly, Zhong Buqun could see the outline of his tight and straight legs.
Maybe it was because her wound was too painful. Judging from the reflection on the glass, Lu Panpan seemed to be frowning all the time.
Zhong Buqun realized that this was not good and wanted to avert his gaze, but Lu Panpan's figure seemed to have a hook. Just when he made up his mind to look away, he would turn his gaze back again as if out of control.
It was obviously just a shadow reflected on the glass, and nothing could be seen clearly, but it was like an R-rated picture, which made Zhong Buqun, a senior sea king, blush a little and his heart skip a beat.
It is no different now than before this competition. At that time, the two of them mainly attended classes, exams and participated in group performances. If any of the two had injuries, the teacher would allow them to take leave. The classroom was full of people. If there was any trauma on the body,
Even if there is an urgent need to change out of sweaty clothes, I still have to walk to the bathroom to change.
There were only two of them in the dance studio today, and they had to deal with emergencies by themselves. Zhong Buqun and Lu Panpan had never dealt with this before.
Therefore, it was also the first time that Zhong Buqun... saw Lu Panpan changing clothes.
For some reason, Zhong Buqun always felt that the temperature in the dance studio was rising, so high that even his breathing became rapid.
"I've changed." Before Zhong Buqun's ears turned completely red, Lu Panpan finally changed her clothes. She stood up slowly and held on to a pole nearby, "My feet seem to be able to move up and down.
If I have enough strength, I will wrap the wound with the tissue in my bag and walk to the infirmary."
"Don't move." Zhong Buqun saw her leaning on the bar, almost putting all her body weight on it, and knew she was trying to be strong.
If he ignored her at this time and allowed her to walk to the infirmary, I was afraid that by the time she arrived at the infirmary, her toes would already be bloody and bloody.
"I'll carry you."
"It's really unnecessary..."
"Lu Panpan!" Zhong Buqun's tone contained a hint of anger. Seeing that he was really getting angry, Lu Panpan stopped insisting.
One thing to say is that it’s quite embarrassing just thinking about it, even if you asked him to carry her to the infirmary...
She has never been short of love, and is not that keen on physical contact with people of the opposite sex who have no intention of dating. Zhong Buqun carries her to the infirmary, which is not only a matter of whether to contact them, but also the students who know them on the way.
See.
No matter how you say it, they were once popular figures in the college. Appearing on the road like this would probably cause some unnecessary misunderstandings.
"Just carry it on your back... Why are you yelling at me..." Lu Panpan took the clean tissue handed over by Zhong Buqun, wrapped the wound on his foot to prevent blood from dripping to the ground, and then reluctantly
Climb up Zhong Buqun's back.
His thin but powerful arms wrapped around her legs, and he easily carried her on his back. This chapter has been completed!