Sheng Qingxue followed the crowd outside.
Ruan Xincheng grabbed her wrist.
Sheng Qingxue shook him off, didn't look at him or speak, and headed straight towards the corridor.
Ruan Xincheng looked at his empty hand, a hint of an indescribable emotion flashing in his eyes.
It's been so long, and she's still angry!?
Wasn't it just a notebook? Is it necessary!?
He couldn't quite describe how he felt, but he also went into the corridor.
At this moment, Sheng Qingxue was already leaning against the corridor wall, with her hands raised above her head, being punished.
He walked over too, standing next to her with his hands raised above his head.
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She got tired of the punishment, her hands slowly drooping, unable to hold them up much longer.
His hand slowly moved towards her, touching her hand.
She felt him getting closer, but she didn't look at him.
His hand slowly reached out to her, about to hold her hand.
