Chuzheng saw the wallpaper, paused for a moment, and asked him calmly, "When did you take it?"
The shot looks pretty good... mainly because you look good.
"..."
Sheng Yan mumbled something, his face flushed, fortunately in the darkness, Chuzheng couldn't see anything.
Chuzheng clearly was just casually asking, she turned on the flashlight on her phone, scanned around, and pushed Sheng Yan's hand on her waist: "Get up."
Sheng Yan was startled, clumsily supporting himself on the nearby tables and chairs to get up.
"Hiss…"
Before Sheng Yan could stand up, he fell back down, Chuzheng reached out to steady him.
The flashlight in Chuzheng's hand swung to his face: "What's wrong?"
Sheng Yan's face looked a little grim, he reached out to touch his ankle, Chuzheng shone the flashlight on it, Sheng Yan's ankle was already swollen.
Sheng Yan had twisted it once on stage earlier, but it wasn't very painful and he didn't have time to think about it with the performance.
