Chapter 155: Chapter 155

Dylan was momentarily taken aback by her inexplicable laughter and quickly leaned closer to see if she’d hit her head too hard.

The sudden closeness of a handsome, clean face surrounded by the scent of gardenias brought Quinn back to her senses. Seeing the man’s face so close to hers made her pause for a moment, and she hastily took a step back: "Why are you staring at me so closely?"

Seeing Dylan’s scrutinizing gaze, Quinn felt a tightness in her chest. Had she let something slip just now? The Lowell Villa also has a courtyard; surely nothing seemed out of place, right?

"I just wanted to see if you hit your head too hard. I’ve never seen anyone who gets hurt and stays so happy." Dylan withdrew his gaze and spoke to her with a teasing tone, noticing the dust on her face, and gently wiped it off.

Quinn felt a bit unnatural. After all, they were filming a show, and Dylan’s ambiguous action seemed somewhat inappropriate. She feigned aloofness, sidestepping and politely said, "Thank you."

Seeing her awkward movements and indifferent attitude, his clear eyes turned cold. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs ɴovelfire.net

The crew rushed over with a first-aid kit as the producer hurried over, signaling to pause the cameras and quickly moved forward to check on Quinn.

She was a top-tier actress, and not only was Savannah Lowell famously temperamental, but this was a new show still gaining traction. They couldn’t afford any scars if she was injured.

Quinn was obviously startled by the commotion. Even with a hurt hand, was this necessary? Besides, this was a survival show, meant to adjust to tough conditions.

"I’m really fine, don’t worry." Waving her hand helplessly, Quinn boldly spun around a couple of times for them, "I can still twirl and jump, see, nothing’s wrong!"

With that, she indeed began bouncing around, her smiling face in the wild grass exuded an almost natural beauty.

The lighthearted and cheerful expression made others feel their spirits lift as well, as if it wasn’t a survival show but rather a playful frolic in the wilderness.

Several cameramen quickly lifted their cameras to capture the beautiful scene. The producer relaxed significantly upon seeing her demeanor, realizing she wasn’t as fussy or difficult as rumored but rather a charming girl instead, quite unlike the public perception.

However, the person in charge was still worried about any potential impact, and Quinn shook her head slightly helplessly, opened the first-aid kit, grabbed the hydrogen peroxide, and poured it over her hand.

With a hissing sound, the sting spread from her palm throughout her body. Quinn couldn’t help but clench her hand, a hint of cold sweat appearing, but she considered it nothing. After wiping it twice on her clothes, she put the kit away.

"Alright, now I’m fine. We’ve lost quite a bit of time though, I guess other teams might have already found the tents." Quinn was a bit concerned; she didn’t want to end up on the losing team.

Being penalized herself was no big deal, but she didn’t want Dylan to face the same, and she’d also promised Ethan and Sylvia to cooperate.

The crew was shocked by her bold yet genuine behavior. This wasn’t a pampered, demanding star at all.

If someone else had hurt their hand like that, they’d probably meticulously disinfect it with a swab; just imagining the burn of hydrogen peroxide on the wound was unbearable.

"Miss Lowell..." The person in charge seemed to want to say more, but seeing Quinn looking very seriously at the compass to find their path, they relaxed and signaled the filming to continue.

After walking for about another half-hour, they found a cave with three team members at the entrance.

On the path to the cave, there was a large field of radishes. To enter the cave, they first needed to pull all the radishes out and place them in a container nearby.

"This is too hard, with no tools, how are we supposed to dig all these out?" complained a girl from another team.

Quinn walked forward, also slightly surprised by the field of radishes, "No tools?" If they had none, they’d have to dig by hand, but judging by the area, if they kept at it, they could probably finish within an hour or so.

Seeing Quinn and Dylan approach, the girl stomped her foot irritably and said in her sweet voice, "Exactly! Can’t expect to dig by hand, how long would that take? Besides... we’d definitely hurt our hands, and I’ve never done anything ."

Looking around, seeing there really were no tools available, Quinn placed her hands on her hips as if she’d understood and prepared to roll up her sleeves to get started.

"Your hand is injured, so don’t do it. Leave it to me." Dylan grabbed her wrist, looking firmly at Quinn: "Don’t worry, I’m a man; this job is for me."

With that, Dylan took off his jacket, wrapped it around his hand, and bent down to start digging up the soil. But Quinn had pulled radishes before and naturally knew how to leverage the force. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a box on a stone platform ahead with several pairs of gloves inside, instantly her eyes lit up: "There are gloves! That makes it easier!"

Handing a pair to Dylan, Quinn rolled up her sleeves and began pulling. Using her waist strength, she easily yanked out a whole radish, and others quickly came to help.

Seeing Quinn pulling so smoothly, several juniors rushed forward to ask how she did it. She patiently explained the technique and taught them how to exert force, earning the nickname "Radish Goddess" among them.

In the sunlight, her fair face blushed slightly, and the gentle breeze stirred her hair softly, making others want to gently brush it aside.

Dylan watched her focused determination. As sweat dripped down her face, she seemed unaware, continuing diligently with her task. Perhaps too exhausted, Quinn straightened up to pound her back, clenching her hand again as the wound throbbed more painfully.

Dylan, slightly furrowing his brows, walked over to Quinn, wanting tenderly to check her hand but was avoided.

"Don’t keep pulling, go rest a bit. Only a few are left, and you shouldn’t strain yourself!" Dylan’s tone carried a hint of anger, surprised by this woman’s stubbornness. Others would have jumped at the chance to rest and slack off, but she was earnestly working here. He didn’t know whether to call her silly or earnest!

Quinn knew he worried about her. Lips pursed slightly, she warmly smiled at him, "Oh, just a few left. If I rest, it won’t be long anyway; once we’re done, we can relax!" Then, shrugging her shoulders with a I’m-really-fine expression, she went to the next radish pit.