After returning to class and sitting down, Yue tingfeng panted a few times. Lu xiuche looked at him and said,""Why is your face so red? why did you run out?"
Yue tingfeng shook his head."I'm fine."
Lu xiuche noticed that Yue tingfeng's mood was a little strange."Are you really okay?" he asked again.
"I'm really fine ..."Yue tingfeng shook his head.
Lu xiuche looked at Yue tingfeng from head to toe and saw that his left shoulder was still covered in dust from who knows where. He pursed his lips. Something had obviously happened. Under normal circumstances, God Yue would not be so flustered that he would not even notice that his shoulder was covered in dust.
