Actor Gao Leng, you are blushing again

Chapter 23

When Su Qiao heard the words, she immediately looked at the ground cautiously, but in the next second, her foot just landed on a piece of ice.

Suddenly, Su Qiao's body slipped uncontrollably and was about to fall.

Su Qiao fell halfway, her body was caught by Leng Feiran's quick eyes and hands, but her feet twisted, making a crisp clicking sound.

A piercing pain came, and Su Qiao immediately exhaled in pain: "It hurts——"

Leng Feiran held Su Qiao tightly, helping Su Qiao stand firmly on the glacier. His palms and palms were distinct and looked extremely powerful.

Su Qiao couldn't stand on the glacier because her feet hurt too much, so she stretched out her hand to push Leng Feiran: "God, I want to sit for a while."

No push.

"God, I sprained my ankle, I want to sit down." Su Qiao said again, her voice seemed to be trembling because of the pain.

Leng Feiran heard Su Qiao's words, glanced at Su Qiao's ankles, and scanned them carefully.

Seemingly unsure, he looked again.

Leng Feiran relieved some strength and helped Su Qiao sit on the glacier.

Su Qiao sat on the glacier and tried to move her feet, but found that the pain was still severe.

So he said loudly, "Director, I'm sorry!"

"My foot seems to be sprained, and it hurts a little. I want to rest here for a while before I go!"

Leng Feiran took off Su Qiao's shoes while Su Qiao was speaking.

Su Qiao's feet were suddenly cold, and Su Qiao was so frightened that she immediately turned her head and stared at Leng Feiran: "God, what are you doing?"

How could God touch her feet!

What to do with dirty hands!
Su Qiao immediately retracted her feet, but she found that her feet were still tightly held by Leng Feiran.

At this moment, Su Qiao clearly felt that there was a disparity in strength between her and Leng Feiran.

Leng Feiran held Su Qiao's feet, and said in a low voice, "Don't move around."

After he finished speaking, he took off his coat to cover Su Qiao's feet, and then took off Su Qiao's socks.

Su Qiao's mind went blank for a moment.

After taking off Su Qiao's socks, Leng Feiran stared at Su Qiao's somewhat red, swollen and bloodshot ankle, her eyes darkened.

"Be patient." He subconsciously softened his tone.

Afterwards, without waiting for Su Qiao's reaction, Leng Feiran directly rubbed Su Qiao's feet vigorously, the pain made Su Qiao's face pale as paper.

Seeing this, the program team paused the recording and hurried over.

"God, how is Miss Su's feet? Can you still walk?"

"Yeah, can I go now?"

"Is Miss Su's foot serious? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Amid the worried inquiries from the crowd, Su Qiaocai slowly came back to her senses, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice.

"I, I, my feet are fine, just take a rest for a while."

Leng Feiran exerted force on his hand, causing Su Qiao to cry out in pain: "God, do you know what lightness is?"

The girl's eyes were red with grievance, but she forced herself to smile at him.

Seeing this, Leng Feiran's heart was stuffed like a ball of dense cotton, stuffy and uncomfortable.

"I'll take it easy." His tone was a little coaxing.

Leng Feiran relieved some strength and rubbed Su Qiao's feet.

After a few minutes, Su Qiao gradually felt that her feet did not hurt so much.

"Does your foot still hurt?" he asked.

Su Qiao blinked and said, "If you praise me for being beautiful, my feet won't hurt anymore."

Leng Feiran: "..." He stopped rubbing and pressing.

Su Qiao immediately retracted her feet and put on her shoes and socks neatly.

Leng Feiran walked to Su Qiao's side, helped her stand on the glacier, and then helped her try to walk a few steps on the glacier.

Su Qiao: "God, my feet don't seem to hurt anymore."

After finishing speaking, she raised her head and looked at Leng Feiran who was supporting her.

At this time, the bright warm light in the Icelandic sky slanted down, making the man's icy cheeks look a little softer.

Su Qiao was in a daze for a while.

(End of this chapter)