Happy Funeral
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After crossing the line, Wang Yan rushed out for more than ten meters to slow down. Before he could stop completely, the students rushed over crazily.
Young Master Wang stopped abruptly and turned around running.
How could he have the time to care about you!
In the grass area on the inner side of the track, Miss. Sanwan stood where she was. She raised her hands and clapped, a particularly bright smile hanging on her small face.
Wang Yan rushed over and didn't dare to hug her. Instead, he nervously looked at her thighs and legs.
"How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?!"
"Miss Sanwan raised her little face and smiled sweetly, "I'm also an expert in sports, so how could I be hurt so easily?"
"Not hurt?! Then take two steps."
Wang Yan didn't believe her.
It was abnormal to see her standing on the spot.
Young Master Wang grabbed her hand and forcefully dragged her forward slowly.
"Aiya, why are you so annoying?"