He Xiuyu was still sitting on the steps, he hadn't moved, but at this moment, although he clearly knew that Qiao Qingyu was asking about something else, he still felt a dryness in his mouth, as if a restless feeling was stirring deep in his heart.
He tried hard to suppress it, and his face reddened slightly.
Qiao Qingyu said with some embarrassment, "I've always been curious, that day your speed was so fast, and the gun seemed to appear out of thin air."
She even reached out to pat his back, "Why did you suddenly start coughing?" Then she sniffed a few times, "You don't smoke either, what made you choke all of a sudden?"
If it were the usual He Xiuyu, he might have teased this girl who appeared composed and dignified, yet was somewhat naive in certain aspects.
But today his mood wasn't good, however, the oppression in his heart was much relieved by Qiao Qingyu at that moment.
