This is the entertainment industry! No tantrums or shouting allowed!

Fu Wanzhou hesitated for a moment.

Wen Yao immediately reached out and rolled up his sleeve.

On the man's smooth forearm, several gruesome scratches stood out starkly.

Fu Wanzhou realized what was happening, withdrew her hand, and rolled down her sleeve.

"It's okay, just minor injuries."

Wen Yao was stunned, then belatedly realized: "...Was it the injury you sustained when we were closing the gap in the final rounds this afternoon?"

At that time, Fu Wanzhou was clearing the way ahead, and she was only thinking about winning, completely ignoring the possibility that he might get hurt as a result.

"I'm sorry, I..." Wen Yao was at a loss, her words incoherent, "I wanted to win too much, I didn't protect you well..."

The viewers in the live stream were all exasperated.

The boatman is really trying to charm the blind.

What can be done if he falls in love with a very straightforward, insensitive woman?

[After all, at that time, Mei Bao had no feelings for men; she only had a strong desire to win...]

...

"It's normal to bump and scrape while playing games, you don't need to worry about it."

Fu Wanzhou spoke calmly, her well-defined knuckles immersed in the cold water as she continued washing the dishes.

Zhou Yao CP fans are so disappointed!

Everyone else is fighting and grabbing, but you, Zhouzi, are doing nothing. How are you going to win?

Act out all the innocent, manipulative, and male demon roles!

Wen Yao's attitude was very assertive: "Come with me to apply the medicine first!"

Fu Wanzhou looked up, exuding the air of a devoted husband and father: "What about the bowl?"

Wen Yao looked up and caught sight of Lu Anbo loitering beside her, then ordered him:

"You, come and wash the dishes."

Lu Amber: ?

A dozen seconds later, Lu Amber, the dishwasher, let out a sob:

"I was just passing by to digest my food because I was full..."

...

Inside the tent.

The dim, soft light enveloped Wen Yao and Fu Wanzhou.

Wen Yao took a cotton swab and carefully disinfected Fu Wanzhou.

A stray lock of hair brushed against Fu Wanzhou's chin, causing his Adam's apple to bob involuntarily.

But they didn't dodge.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, greedily wanting to look at him for just one more second, and another...

"Take off your clothes."

When the clear voice reached her ears, Fu Wanzhou thought she had misheard.

"What are you doing standing still?"

Wen Yao looked up, her eyelashes fluttering a few times, and suddenly realized.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not trying to take advantage of you. If you don't take off your shirt, some wounds can't be treated..."

Fu Wanzhou said in a hoarse voice, "I know."

The viewers in the live stream were getting really anxious.

[Silly girl! Does Zhouzi think you'll take advantage of him? He's afraid you won't take advantage of him!]

[You've already taken off your shirt, can you take off your pants too?]

Since we're already here, could we also...?

Enough, you bunch of big yellow girls!

...

Fu Wanzhou took off her black hoodie, revealing a clean, pale, thin layer of skin.

Wen Yao was stunned.

It wasn't because I was shy, but because I was confused...

Was Fu Wanzhou this thin before?

Her direct gaze made Fu Wanzhou's ears burn with rage: "...What's wrong?"

Is it because his abs aren't well-developed?

He was already tensing up!

"Have you lost weight?" Wen Yao gestured to his waist. "It feels like you could go down a size in clothes."

As a fashion designer, Wen Yao is very sensitive to size.

"No, I don't think so," Fu Wanzhou retorted stubbornly.

“No…” Wen Yao thought back carefully, “You don’t seem to be eating properly lately.”

Fu Wanzhou twitched the corners of her mouth: "Maybe it's because of the hot weather, I don't have an appetite."

Wen Yao advised, "You're already in great shape, you don't need to lose fat, you should be building muscle instead..."

The fans remained silent for a long time.

Alas... I've grown thin and haggard for her sake; the ancients were right after all.

[Even happy little dogs have their moments of emo, Zhouzi, you really are something else, I'm so sad.]

[Zhouzi's love is too humble. He's a princeling in Beijing's elite circles; when has he ever suffered so much in his life?]

...

Just then, excited voices came from outside the tent: "The meteor shower is here—"