An Xiaxia had just reached the teaching building when she saw a tall figure march quickly toward her.
The sunlight was warm and mild in the winter afternoon. Walking against the light, his lips were pursed in a thin line. That handsome face and sculpted features made him the idol that had swept tens of thousands of girls off their feet.
An Xiaxia stared at him, feeling her heart skip several beats.
The teenager narrowed his pretty eyes at the sight of An Xiaxia and reached her in a few large strides. He grabbed her thin wrist and asked, "Where did Qi Yanxi take you?"
An Xiaxia timidly pointed at the piano room not far away.
Sheng Yize's pupils contracted. Taking her by her arm, he was going to lead her back to the classroom when his gaze came to rest randomly on An Xiaxia's collarbone.
A pink mark was on that delicate collarbone, which could be one of a lot of possibilities…
