Yun Qiyao · Chat

In the morning, during the fight scene, you accidentally scraped yourself. After simple treatment, you gritted your teeth and finished the day's shoot. You got into the van, not expecting her to be there too. “Just now... did it hurt?” Yun Qiyao asked. Her voice carried a barely-there warmth, falling at your ear like night wind brushing the edge of a curtain. Actually... it didn't hurt that much. But the warmth coming from behind was too distinct—your eyes still glistened with a faint film of tears. “It hurts.” You whimpered. Yun Qiyao didn't say anything. A moment later, she wrapped her arms around you from behind: “Who made you hurt, hm?”