The enthusiastic group of senior students stepped back in fright, and the air became fresh again.
So... she has a boyfriend!
Looking at the cold silhouette as noble as the finest bamboo, they suddenly felt somewhat inadequate.
The crowd of seniors scattered like startled birds.
Su Li struggled free from his arms, looked up and asked Feng Huaijin, "Why are you here? Don’t you have work today?"
Feng Huaijin’s deep gaze swept over Su Li as he said coolly, "I came to see if you’re missing an arm or leg, but seems like you’re not."
Isn’t that Xu Haohao who sent a dramatic message saying Su Li is seriously ill and can’t even register?
Feng Huaijin’s gaze scanned Su Li like an X-ray. He suddenly leaned down closer to her, their breaths mingling.
Su Li’s somewhat pale face instantly flushed red as she retreated a step in shock, "What are you doing?"
Feng Huaijin grabbed Su Li’s collar, his tone absolutely certain, "There’s a smell of blood on you. Are you injured? Let me take you to the hospital."
In an instant, Feng Huaijin seemed to see Su Li lying in a pool of blood again, the thick scent of blood nearly suffocating him. That feeling of genuine panic still lingered in his heart, unshakeable.
Su Li immediately stood firm, refusing to budge.
"I’m not sick. I’m not going to the hospital. I’m going to register."
Feng Huaijin squinted, "Not sick? Are you sure?"
Seeing him tightening his grip on her wrist, Su Li laughed in embarrassment and shouted, "What are you doing? I’ve got cramps because my period started! No injury, no illness!"
Feng Huaijin froze instantly, period?
No wonder there’s a faint smell of blood.
Su Li stared at Feng Huaijin, her eyes wide open as she angrily shoved the luggage handle into his hand, "You carry it! Go queue up and register!" Thıs text ıs hosted at novel_fіre.net
Su Li held her pink little Hua umbrella and fled in panic to queue up and register.
Soon, Feng Huaijin helped push her luggage and caught up.
A faint voice came from above, "Did you bring your admission notice?"
"I did... Oh? I left it in the car."
Feng Huaijin frowned, "I’ll go back with you to get it."
Looking at the long queue ahead, Su Li shook her head like a rattle, "No way, you keep my place in line. I’ll go fetch the folder from the car myself! Wait for me!"
Not waiting for Feng Huaijin to agree, Su Li dashed off.
She quickly returned to the parking lot, retrieved the folder from the car.
The folder contained her admission notice, payment receipt, and some other small items.
After checking everything over, Su Li hugged her things contentedly and descended from the car.
She raised her eyes and saw a tall man in a loose pure white T-shirt and three-quarter shorts stop in his tracks ahead, his straight back suddenly hunching.
He rested one hand on his knee, the long, somewhat pale fingers of his other hand pressing against his forehead.
Su Li tilted her head to peer at the white-clad figure, tall and slender. She couldn’t help but walk over and ask, "Hey, are you okay?"
He rubbed his forehead, gestured towards a bench a few meters away under a tree, and groaned painfully, "Could you possibly help me over to sit for a bit?"
Su Li nodded and helped the man over to the bench.
It was only then that Su Li saw the man’s face, covered by a black mask, revealing only his eyes and eyebrows.
He possessed a handsome elegance somewhere between a grown man and youth, with a gentle demeanor but a subtle touch of aloofness.
"Do you have a headache?"
Rubbing his head, he replied in a soft voice as gentle as the wind while looking up, "Yeah, I tend to get head..."aches.
The voice came to an abrupt halt.