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However, Xu Xiangyang was quite self-aware in this regard. As a boy, even if tickled to the point of laughing until snotty, it would only make people think "ridiculous" and "funny";
But Zhu Qingyue was different. In anyone's eyes, she was a beautiful girl with the temperament of a distinguished family, and her usual calm demeanor was deeply ingrained.
At this moment, Zhu Qingyue—likely being tickled by a peer for the first time—completely lost her usual composure. The young girl's hair was disheveled, and her breaths were hasty; her charming appearance was so startling that Xu Xiangyang, as an onlooker, upon glimpsing a few times, felt his heart racing and dared not watch any longer.
It seemed that even the seemingly perfect class president was afraid of being tickled.
In any case, when Xu Xiangyang returned from not far away, wiping his nose, the scene that met his eyes was two girls tangled up and wrestling, with his girlfriend clearly having the upper hand.
