Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Li Jinhe looked around and found no suitable place for Wei Zhe'an to lie down and wash his hair. He thought for a moment, then moved a chair and handed Wei Zhe'an a cotton pad soaked with makeup remover: "Remove your makeup first, and sit on the chair to wash your hair. I'll get you some water."

Wei Zhe'an obediently took the makeup remover cotton and gently applied it to his eyes. He said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Thank you, brother. I love you~"

Li Jinhe couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes full of tenderness: "Stop playing tricks, be careful not to get it in your eyes."

Wei Zhe'an raised his head slightly and agreed softly.

When Li Jinhe returned to the dormitory with a basin full of hot water, Wei Zhe'an had already finished removing his makeup. At this moment, he was sitting backwards in a chair, his hands supporting his chin, his elbows resting lightly on the back of the chair.

His eyes were always following Li Jinhe's figure. When he saw Li Jinhe returning, a bright smile immediately broke out on his face, as if all the fatigue and pain disappeared at this moment.

Li Jinhe walked over to Wei Zhe'an, put the basin on the table next to him, and tested the water temperature with his hand. There was a hint of blame in his tone: "Why did you come here by yourself? What if you fall again?"

Wei Zhe'an waved his hand gently, and measured the distance between the chair and the bed, trying to prove that the distance was not far. "It's not far, I jumped over on one foot, and it only took two steps." He made a V sign while speaking, and looked at Li Jinhe with an expression that was asking for praise.

Li Jinhe put a bath towel on Wei Zhe'an to prevent water from splashing onto his clothes when washing his hair. He shook his head helplessly, and said with a doting tone: "You are injured, why don't you behave yourself?"

Wei Zhe'an lowered his head obediently, like a docile kitten, and replied softly: "I'm good, I'm good. Thank you for your hard work, brother."

Li Jinhe carefully poured warm water on Wei Zhe'an's hair, and then gently applied shampoo. His fingertips gently massaged Wei Zhe'an's scalp, and every touch was like an electric current that made Wei Zhe'an's whole body numb. Wei Zhe'an's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

For Li Jinhe, this was also his first time washing someone's hair. Despite his lack of experience, he tried his best to make his movements appear gentle and skilled. He stared at Wei Zhe'an's closed eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes, and an indescribable warmth surged in his heart.

Both of them were immersed in this warm atmosphere, silent. The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them. Li Jinhe carefully washed Wei Zhe'an's hair, while Wei Zhe'an enjoyed this care and protection.

When all the bubbles were rinsed off, Li Jinhe gently wiped the water droplets on Wei Zhe'an's hair with a towel. Wei Zhe'an slowly opened his eyes and met Li Jinhe's gentle eyes. At this moment, his heartbeat seemed to be about to jump out of his chest. He realized belatedly that his feelings for Li Jinhe had surpassed ordinary boundaries.

In the warm atmosphere, Wei Zhe'an suddenly felt the need to say something to ease his overly rapid heartbeat. His blood rushing up made his mouth dry: "Brother, your hair washing skills are really good. You can definitely consider opening a hair salon after retirement."

Li Jinhe gently wiped Wei Zhe'an's hair and patted his head with a smile: "Don't arrange a retirement life for me. Let me enjoy my old age."

After hearing this, Wei Zhe'an couldn't help but laugh to himself. His laughter was clear and pleasant, like a wind chime in spring.

Afterwards, Li Jinhe found a hair dryer and carefully dried Wei Zhe'an's hair. He carefully helped Wei Zhe'an back to bed and took a towel wrapped in an ice pack and gently applied it to his wound to help reduce the swelling.

Before leaving, Li Jinhe took Wei Zhe'an's phone and whispered, "I'll help you keep an eye on things on the Internet, just go to sleep. You have to go to the hospital for a checkup before going on stage tomorrow."

Wei Zhe'an nodded obediently and waved his left hand to say goodbye to Li Jinhe: "Brother, go to bed early too. Good night~"

Li Jinhe smiled and nodded in response: "Good night."

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Wei Zhe'an's roommates returned to the dormitory one after another and prepared to rest.

As soon as Tong Yang entered the room, he noticed Wei Zhe'an who was already fast asleep on the bed. He gently signaled to the person behind him to keep quiet. The person behind him looked inside the room and also noticed Wei Zhe'an.

Wei Zhe'an had removed the ice pack on his feet and propped up his left foot with several pillows, apparently to allow him to rest and recover better.

After a whole day of intense practice, everyone participated in rehearsals and camera training. Everyone was exhausted and had almost no desire to talk.

Therefore, everyone washed up quietly and fell asleep as soon as possible to give their body and mind a full rest.

On Monday morning, the 6:30 alarm clock rang in the dormitory, breaking the morning tranquility. Wei Zhe'an had already woken up and finished washing up in the bathroom with the help of a cane.

Because yesterday's rehearsal was too tight and an accident occurred, the program team decided to conduct another rehearsal in the morning.

Although Wei Zhe'an knew that he might not be able to participate in this rehearsal, he still needed to observe carefully from the audience to ensure that the final version of the stage was consistent with what he knew.

His schedule today is tighter than others. He needs to go to the hospital to get a painkiller injection before he can rush back to participate in the recording.

In addition to performing themselves on a public stage, they also have to record their "Reactions" to other students' stages in the lounge, as well as the results of live voting. In short, they can't just rest after those six minutes.

He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, then walked out of the bathroom leaning on his crutches.

Tong Yang was waiting in line at the bathroom door, leaning against the wall to wake himself up. When he saw Wei Zhe'an coming out, he immediately went up to him and asked with concern: "How is your foot? I heard that the instructor said you will be performing on stage again?"

Wei Zhe'an smiled gently, trying to lighten the mood: "It's actually okay, the swelling just hasn't gone down yet. I'll go to the hospital and get an anti-inflammatory injection later."

Tong Yang looked at his swollen ankle and obviously didn't believe him. He frowned and said seriously, "Don't force yourself, really. Nothing is more important than your own body."

Wei Zhe'an certainly understood this, but now he had more important things to do than his own health. He smiled again and comforted Tong Yang: "It's really okay, Brother He will take me to the hospital in a while. If I can make it in time, I can still participate in the final rehearsal of the all-around group."

Tong Yang frowned and expressed his disapproval: "Your feet are so swollen..."

At this time, Xu Wenbin came over from behind and asked, "Did Liu Zhenyu push you when you fell?"