"A mole..."
Shen Fei pondered, and after a moment of thought, she said, "No, I have to check if I have a mole too."
After saying this, Shen Fei ran to the restroom.
Yan Qingwu shook her head, she didn't believe Shen Fei had a mole too.
After all, things couldn't be that coincidental.
With this thought, Yan Qingwu sat down on the edge of the sports field, chin propped on her hand, and quietly watched Chen Feng run lap by lap.
After a long time, Chen Feng finally finished his fifty laps and came over to Yan Qingwu. But, surprisingly, his face wasn't flushed, and he wasn't panting - he was just a little sweaty.
This gave Yan Qingwu a new perception of Chen Feng.
Ordinary people would probably be exhausted after two or three laps, yet Chen Feng had run fifty laps and still seemed unaffected.
"Wipe your sweat."
Yan Qingwu used her skirt to wipe Chen Feng's sweat. Since she was sitting, there was no risk of it riding up, nor did she mind the sweat.
