Just now, Fu Xiyao’s head was hit by a basketball. Now, she was caught off guard and crashed into Ling Limu’s chest. His chest was so hard that it was throbbing with the strength of a man. It hurt so much.
Ah.
Fu Xiyao cried out in pain that tears fell down.
Ling limu did not expect her to crash into his arms. Her head was only just below his chin. Now, her soft hair was rubbing against his chin, bringing with it a fragrance.
Ling limu paused for a moment, then looked at her with his handsome eyes. “Classmate, are you okay?”
Fu Xiyao rubbed her head with her small hands. It hurt so much that her delicate little face was twisted together. She looked at Ling limu and said, “Senior Ling, I’m not a classmate. I have a name. I’m Fu Xiyao!”
“OH.”
Ling limu replied indifferently.
He said -- OH.
”...”
Fu Xiyao finally heard this familiar “OH”. She was really annoyed and liked this “OH”very much.
