Christmas Ball (4)

The voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, which almost brought tears to An Xiaxia's eyes.

She pounded on the door. "I'm here! Help!"

The door was opened and she was met with He Jiayu's handsome and cordial countenance.

He was surprised to see her. "Xiaxia, why are you locked in here?"

An Xiaxia sniffled and didn't know how to explain.

Luckily, He Jiayu wasn't the persistent type, and he only smiled politely at her. "Go back to the classroom now. It's almost time for the next period."

An Xiaxia nodded and gave him a grateful smile. Something then dawned on her and she asked, "How come you're here?"

"I was returning some equipment for the sports committee and heard you crying for help next door," He Jiayu explained.

"Thank you… And, could you keep this from Sheng Yize, please?"

"Why?" He Jiayu was surprised.