Who says Beijing Film Academy has no great directors? (2002)

Liu Xiaoli found Chen Yan new towels and toiletries so he could wash up.

"Xiao Chen, go to sleep after you wash up. You must have stayed up all night too."

After thinking about it for a moment, Chen Yan figured Liu Yifei would sleep until the afternoon, so he didn't refuse.

I took a nap in the guest room and felt much better when I woke up.

Liu Xiaoli went out in the afternoon, deliberately leaving the two of them alone. She knew that Chen Yan must have wanted to see Qianqian for a long time, but he felt a little embarrassed to stay here.

So I simply went away.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Liu Yifei opened her eyes sleepily and called out, "Mom~"

But no one answered her, so she rubbed her eyes.

"Are you dressed?"

"Ah!" A sudden male voice startled her.

But upon closer reflection, isn't that Chen Yan's voice?

Liu Yifei excitedly exclaimed, "Ah, Chen Yan! You're here?"

Chen Yan didn't rush in; instead, he called out from the doorway, "Put your clothes on. Call me when you come in."

After a while, Liu Yifei came out in a wheelchair, looking neat and tidy, wearing a fluffy nightgown.

Her fair skin, even without makeup, is already stunning.

"Why didn't you call me in? I could have helped you into your wheelchair," Chen Yan teased.

He had already imagined the girl recognizing him, hurriedly jumping into her wheelchair, quickly washing up, and then happily coming to see him.

Liu Yifei stretched out her other leg and shook it: "It's nothing serious, I still have one leg!"

Chen Yan didn't say anything.

Instead, he walked towards Liu Yifei, stood in front of her, completely covered her, and then slowly squatted down.

One knee touched the ground, and his line of sight was level with Liu Yifei's.

"My Xixi has suffered so much." Chen Yan looked at Liu Yifei with heartache.

Liu Yifei froze for a second.

Liu Yifei, who was being stared at, suddenly burst into tears and pouted in grievance.

She lunged forward and hugged Chen Yan, burying herself in his broad chest.

"Waaah... Chen Yan!"

Chen Yan felt as if the blood in his body had frozen, and it hurt even more than if he had been beaten.

He kept rubbing the girl's back with his hands, coaxing her like a child, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm here, I'm here."

Liu Yifei sobbed softly, her tears soaking Chen Yan's shoulder.

The hands holding Chen Yan's neck tightened more and more.

Chen Yan joked, "Qianqian, if you push any harder, I'm going to suffocate."

"Huh?" Liu Yifei quickly let go, looking at Chen Yan with a surprised expression.

Chen Yan gently wiped away the tears from Liu Yifei's eyes with his fingertip. "You've cried like a little kitten."

Liu Yifei then realized how rude she had been, actually bursting into tears on Chen Yan's body.

I didn't feel so wronged before.

My face is burning hot right now.

Chen Yan took a tissue from the side and wiped Liu Yifei's tears.

Chen Yan continued to tease her in the same tone as if she were coaxing a child, saying, "Our Qianqian is so beautiful, she looks so pretty even when she's crying."

Liu Yifei chuckled, "You treat me like a child!"

Chen Yan replied with a serious expression, "Why not? Even if you're eighty years old, you can still be a child to me."

Liu Yifei's face flushed pink again.

Seeing that Liu Yifei seemed a little embarrassed, Chen Yan lowered his head to look at Liu Yifei's feet, which were wearing white lace stockings.

"What did the doctor say about your ankle?"

Liu Yifei gently lifted it up, hissed, and quickly put it down again: "When you get back, gently massage it yourself, apply a warm compress and rest."

Chen Yan got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Liu Yifei craned her neck curiously to look, "Where are you going?"

Chen Yan quickly soaked the towel Liu Xiaoli had used to wipe her face in hot water and wrung it out.

When Liu Yifei saw that he was holding a towel, she understood and quickly said, "No need, no need, I can do it myself later."

However, Chen Yan had already knelt down and gently lifted Liu Yifei's foot onto his lap.

He used his hands to slowly remove Liu Yifei's white lace stockings.

Liu Yifei's instep was slender and fit perfectly in Chen Yan's palm. Her feet were small and delicate, with rounded toes and smooth, tender skin. Chen Yan had already rubbed them a few times while looking at her injury.

There's a little redness and swelling around her ankle, but it doesn't detract from her beauty at all; instead, it adds a touch of fragility.

Chen Yan subconsciously swallowed.

"Chen Yan..."

Chen Yan looked up and met Liu Yifei's pursed lips, then smiled.

"Didn't you say you were going to massage my feet? Why are you staring at me like that?" Liu Yifei was a little embarrassed.

"I'm just observing your condition!" After saying that, Chen Yan gently applied a hot towel to his ankle.

"Hiss..." A heat suddenly came over her, and Liu Yifei subconsciously tried to pull back, but Chen Yan grabbed her.

"Don't move."

Chen Yan lifted the towel slightly and gently blew on it: "Does it hurt?"

He was also afraid that he might do something wrong and make Liu Yifei's foot injury worse, so he didn't dare to use any force with his hands.

Seeing Chen Yan's cautious demeanor, Liu Yifei felt happy and replied with a grin, "It doesn't hurt, I was just startled."

"That's good. Tell me if it hurts." Chen Yan removed the towel and gently massaged Liu Yifei in circles with his right hand, the pressure so gentle that Liu Yifei felt a little itchy.

Liu Yifei slightly curled her toes and gently poked Chen Yan's abs, "A little harder!"

"Well..."

Without saying a word, Chen Yan solemnly put Liu Yifei's foot back down and got up to walk towards the bathroom.

Liu Yifei straightened up and looked at him, her face full of confusion: "Huh? What are you doing in the bathroom again?"

"I'm going to wash my face..."

After a while, Chen Yan came out with his face covered in sweat.

Liu Yifei tapped Chen Yan's cheek lightly with her finger, "Why aren't you wiping your face? It's all wet."

Chen Yan paused for a moment, then said, "No, that's all."

After saying that, she pointed to the towel on Liu Yifei's feet and continued, "I used the towel that Auntie gave me to soothe your feet..."

"Ah!" Liu Yifei's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Why are you using your own face towel to apply to my feet...?"

Chen Yan asked frankly, "So what?"

Liu Yifei said shyly, "I was wondering why this was so thick. My mom got me a towel to apply to my feet. It should be right next to the sink."

"Why don't you use my towel to wipe your face? It's the light pink one."

Chen Yan closed his eyes helplessly. "It's okay, it'll be dry in a bit."

He squatted down again and began to concentrate on massaging Liu Yifei's feet.

My hands started trembling as I rubbed them, so I had to stop, apply the compress for a while, and then continue.

Liu Yifei couldn't help but say, "Are you tired? You don't need to rub it anymore, I feel much better."

Chen Yan shook his head, "I'm not tired, it's just that I haven't done such delicate work in a long time."

But in reality, Chen Yan's inner world had erupted like a volcano multiple times, only to be extinguished and then erupt again...

Every time I rub Liu Yifei's smooth feet a few times, she subconsciously retracts her round toes, like a toy.

This caused Chen Yan to become distracted and unable to control himself, so he had to pause for a while and continue later.