Thin Waist

Zhao Xier scratched her head in frustration at the thought of that. She did not go to the classroom. Instead, she turned around and ran toward the field.

"Zhao Xier, class is about to start. What are you doing? Why are you not going to the classroom?" When the boy saw Zhao Xier turn around, he thought that she wanted to skip class. He frowned and called out to her in dissatisfaction.

Zhao Xier said impatiently, "What else? Running!"

The boy was stunned, "What... What?" I didn't hear it wrong, right?" The girl beside him was also dumbfounded. The two of them looked at each other and read from each other's eyes.

Xiao Mohan had just finished running half a round when he managed to catch his breath. He saw Zhao Xier running toward him. He did not want to talk to Zhao Xier, but the track field was so vast. He did not know why Zhao Xier kept following him.

"Can you stop following me? Isn't this place big enough for you to run?" Xiao Mohan said impatiently.

"Oh, is this your territory? I can run wherever I want. What can you do about it?" Zhao Xier was aware that Xiao Mohan disliked her. However, Xiao Mohan's health was not good, and if she did not watch from a closer distance, she would be in trouble if something happened to him.

Xiao Mohan did not know what Zhao Xier was thinking. He only felt that she was very annoying. Seeing that she insisted on following him, he gritted his teeth and sped up, wanting to put some distance between them. However, just as he ran a little faster, Zhao Xier caught up with him in two or three steps.

Xiao Mohan's face reddened. He bit his lip and ran even faster. Zhao Xier was stunned for a moment before she subconsciously followed him.

In the beginning, Xiao Mohan's breathing was calm and smooth. However, after accelerating two or three times, he began to pant heavily. On the other hand, Zhao Xier was refreshed and breathing steadily. She did not even sweat.

Zhao Xier was closer to Xiao Mohan and could see the abnormal blush on Xiao Mohan's face. His eyes, under his thick eyelashes, were a little unfocused. She panicked, afraid that Xiao Mohan would fall and subconsciously reached out to help him. Before Zhao Xier's hand touched Xiao Mohan, the boy thought she would tease him again. He bit his lip and hurriedly dodged her. As a result, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. That was something that Zhao Xier had not expected.

Zhao Xier stopped and looked at Xiao Mohan lying on the ground. She asked the utility system in her mind, "System, can I help him up?"

The utility system replied, "It is fine if he were unconscious, but he's awake now."

In other words, Zhao Xier could not reach out to help Xiao Mohan. She endured the great condemnation of her conscience and looked down at him. Xiao Mohan had never experienced such humiliation. He was sensitive to pain, and because of the fall, his knees and palms were scraped. He almost cried out. He bit his lips and swallowed his moans. His eyes were red as he stood up in pain from the ground.

"Still running?" Zhao Xier swore she had asked that out of concern, but it was no different from ridicule in Xiao Mohan's ears. He glared at Zhao Xier, then took a deep breath. Without even looking at Zhao Xier, he got up and continued to run forward. Unfortunately, he had only run a few steps before his vision turned black. He did not know if it was because of the pain or the heat, but his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

However, Xiao Mohan did not fall to the ground. Zhao Xier stepped forward in time and caught him. Xiao Mohan's head was heavy, and his consciousness was also fuzzy. Zhao Xier saw that his eyelids had closed and heaved a sigh of relief in her heart. She reached out and put her hand on his shoulder to support him. Xiao Mohan was taller than she was, so to prevent him from falling again, she put her hand on his waist to support him. As a result, her palm felt warm and soft, and Zhao Xier could not help it. Taking advantage of Xiao Mohan's unconsciousness, she took the opportunity to pinch him again and sighed, "Are all boys' waists this thin?"

Zhao Xier knew that Xiao Mohan was good-looking. Since the first time they met yesterday, she had been dazzled by his appearance. Xiao Mohan's good looks were different from ordinary boys'. He was more like a rose with thorns, gorgeous and full of power.