Quit school?
Xia Bohe was so shocked, she broke out in a cold sweat.
In her past life, she was at a disadvantage as she was not a formally trained actress and was thus scorned by insiders. Now that she had woken up as a junior in the Performing Arts Faculty, she was secretly gleeful. There was no way that she would destroy her own path to success.
"No, no, no…"
Xia Bohe struggled for a while, but the man's grip on her was deathly tight to the point that her waist felt like breaking.
His steps were steady and strong while walking, but his heaving broad shoulders dug into her stomach, sending her insides into a frenzy.
The scent of grass wafting near the tip of her nose seemed to have a hint of rosemary and was rather cold, but now it became her life-saving straw.
Burying her small reddened face in his chest, she took a deep breath, finally suppressing the urge to vomit.
