Lu Mian remembered that her heartbeat hadn't been this rapid in a long time.
The last time it was this fast was probably when she had just come back from that place, on the brink of death and rescued with an adrenaline shot.
Now something was wrong.
Her body was reacting abnormally, and she couldn't stay any longer.
Lu Mian analytically assessed her physical condition, her facial features tightly drawn, breathing somewhat rapid.
Xiao Qimo had his timing tightly controlled, and just before she could no longer bear it, he pulled out a clear pencil case from the pocket next to her seat.
Inside were pens, rulers, erasers, 2B pencils, and other exam supplies.
He sat up straight, his expression unharmed as he handed it to Lu Mian.
Lu Mian's dilated pupils refocused.
The space around her no longer held Xiao Qimo's scent, and now she seemed to feel less discomfort, her heart rate slowly decreasing.
So, was Xiao Qimo just looking for something just now?
That could be deadly.
