The backpack was unzipped.
She could just make out the contents from where she was.
Qiao Chen suddenly stopped in her tracks, her heart beating faster.
She had a brief moment of hesitation, but the unzipped backpack in front of her was too tempting. Her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.
There was no one here now. One more moment's hesitation and she might be back.
Qiao Chen almost bit her lip. The pain from her lips stimulated her. Her eyes were slightly red from jealousy. After feeling extremely nervous and hesitant, she slowly walked towards Qiao Nian's backpack in the lounge…
Three minutes later.
Qiao Chen left the lounge in a hurry.
She deliberately avoided the staff outside and slipped out quietly, afraid that someone would notice her.
She was in a hurry all the way back. The tension lasted until she returned to the stands. She didn't feel at ease until she went to her seat.
