Although they were beaten, the Muslims were very happy. There were Yang Mianhua handprints on his face. This was the place she had touched. There was Yang Mianhua orange smell in his mouth. His hand had just touched Yang Mianhua soft hand and waist...
It felt like it was still on his hand, warm.
Below him...
Pain...
The Muslim finally felt the pain of an egg. Then, he took out his phone and sent a message to the class teacher asking for leave to go to the hospital.
After sending the message, the Muslim thought about it and also made a message to Yang Mianhua." Your mouth is sweet. I like it very much." "Also, your crying looks not ugly at all, but I don't like it."
As Yang Mianhua was wiping away her tears, she heard the phone shake and a strange text message. Then, she clicked on it
