Feng Yunan raised his arms subconsciously. He was already tall to begin with, and now even if Qiao Ruoxi stood on her toes and raised her hands, she could not reach the photo frame.
While they were fighting, Feng Yunan tripped on the back of the bed and fell backward.
Qiao Ruoxi leaned against him and lost her balance, falling down with him.
"Hooligan, let me go!"
She almost blurted it out.
Feng Yunan was calm and composed. He lowered his eyes and looked at the cute little hair on her head. He said lightly, "You're the one who's pressing yourself against me."
"…"
It seemed so.
Qiao Ruoxi was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in.
She pushed him away in a panic and quickly got up. She took the photo frame back and put it in her bag. Then she started to look for the bag to pack her things.
She didn't have many things, just some old clothes and some books.