That’s not right. There are shelves blocking the view and you can’t see it at all.
Song Qiqi found a pair of suitable sportswear and put it on.
Although there is the smell of new clothes, it is much better than wearing wet clothes.
She ran to the window and said, "I'm done changing."
At this point, she no longer had her initial prejudice against Han Zemu.
Han Zemu was squatting under the window. He stood up when he heard Song Qiqi's voice. The two of them were face to face and very close to each other, so they could feel each other's breath.
Song Qiqi blinked and immediately turned away.
"Ahem, thank you."
She was about to climb out the window when Han Zemu interrupted her, "I'll carry you out."
Song Qiqi did not resist. There were broken glass around the window, and it would be easy to bleed if she was not careful.
After landing with both feet, Song Qiqi leaned in Han Zemu's arms, breathing rapidly.
Adolescent girls have fantasies about everything and are very naive and romantic.
Han Zemu knocked her on the head.
"Have you leaned on me enough?"
Song Qiqi blushed and felt embarrassed, and quickly moved away from him.
"Come on, I'll take you to another place."
This time, Song Qiqi followed Han Zemu without him holding her hand.
They entered another building and then came to the third floor. Under Song Qiqi's surprised gaze, Han Zemu pried the door open with just a piece of wire.
"This is the dormitory where the teacher takes a nap. There must be a hair dryer in there. You can blow dry your hair."
"Ah?!" Song Qiqi widened her eyes.
She looked at the rebellious but loving boy in front of her, and a different emotion arose in her heart, a mixture of goodwill, admiration and envy.
Something repressed in Song Qiqi's heart was fermenting. She wanted to enter his world, want to know what he was doing, and she wanted to imitate him.
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