Zhou Feng looked at her dirty face. Her tears had left two black marks on her dusty face, and there were bloodstains on her chin. Her eyes were filled with worry.
Miao Dong sighed and said, "I'm fine. Pass me that glucose first. I have to nourish myself first."
"Oh, oh, oh." Zhou Feng quickly unscrewed the glucose and handed it to her.
Miao Dong felt that his appearance was very funny. She had never seen Zhou Feng so flustered before. She thought that this guy would always be cold and indifferent, so she couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't look like you did something wrong. How are you going to explain this scene when the students come back later?"
Zhou Feng pursed his lips and didn't speak.
Miao Dong knew that if he didn't let him do anything now, he would definitely feel guilty for the entire night.
"Why don't you go to the canteen and buy me a cup of porridge? I want pumpkin millet porridge."
