Sang Yu washed up briefly, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and headed out.
After rummaging through her pockets, she only found two yuan. She used the two yuan to take the bus to school.
“Little classmate!” As soon as Sang Yu entered the classroom, Zhang Qile called out loudly.
Sang Yu’s gaze instinctively fell on the seat next to hers.
Huo Yan hadn’t arrived yet.
She slowly walked back to her seat. The moment she sat down, Zhang Qile immediately turned around to speak to her. “I had an emergency last night. Did Yan Ge buy you dinner?”
“Yeah, he did.” Sang Yu placed her backpack in the desk drawer and took out her textbook.
“Hehe.” Zhang Qile rubbed his head and chuckled. He was about to say something more, but Sang Yu had already closed her textbook and laid her head on the desk to sleep.
He froze for a moment. What did the little classmate do last night to be this tired?
Her stamina isn’t great.
The classroom was noisy and chaotic. Sang Yu hadn’t eaten breakfast, and her stomach was empty. She fell asleep after just a short while.
When Huo Yan entered from outside, the classroom immediately quieted down considerably.
“Yan Ge, good morning.” Zhang Qile greeted him with a silly grin.
Huo Yan’s expression was somewhat dark, as if he wasn’t in a good mood. A bandage was stuck on his chin, as if he were injured.
With one hand in his pocket, he wasn’t wearing his school uniform. His black shirt was half-unbuttoned, and his slender, clean neck bore faint marks that looked like whip lashes.
“Damn, did your old man beat you up again?” Zhang Qile whispered.
Huo Yan lifted his eyelids, his dark eyes staring expressionlessly at him. Zhang Qile immediately shut up.
Huo Yan pulled out his chair and sat down. The girl beside him was sleeping quietly.
Sang Yu’s sleeping posture was very well-behaved. Her slender, pale fingers were slightly curled, and her dark hair cascaded down, half-covering her neck. Her head was nestled obediently in the crook of her arm.
Huo Yan’s gaze fell on her face. The girl’s eyelids were thin, and faint blue veins were vaguely visible. At the outer corner of her left eye was a faint brown mole.
Looking up close, Huo Yan noticed that the girl’s skin was excessively pale. She was thin and frail, and her exposed arms were covered with dense needle marks.
He frowned imperceptibly.
Sang Yu shifted, and her clothes slipped down, revealing the girl’s delicate collarbones. Her fair neck was completely exposed, and her shoulder blades were exquisitely beautiful—perfect for a man to grasp in his palm.
She drowsily opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was an extremely close-up, handsome face.
Huo Yan was idly twirling a pen in his hand, his dark eyes examining her with leisurely interest, a playful curve lifting the corner of his lips.
Half-asleep, Sang Yu suddenly frowned. She slightly lifted her eyelids, then buried her face back into her arm with a hint of impatience, her voice soft and whiny,
“I don’t want to do it anymore. My waist hurts so much.”
Huo Yan froze, his sharp dark eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze fell on Sang Yu’s slightly reddened earlobes.
“What did you say?”
At that moment, the classroom, which had fallen silent after Huo Yan entered, grew even quieter.
Many classmates wore strange expressions, and the bolder ones even turned to look at Sang Yu.
Zhang Qile heard it too. His hands, which had been playing a game, suddenly stilled, and he turned to stare wide-eyed in their direction.
“Yan Ge… what did the little classmate just say?”
Zhang Qile looked at Huo Yan with an expression that screamed “you beast.” “Not doing it anymore? Waist hurts?”
His mind instantly conjured up a series of scenarios: after he left last night, he had asked Yan Ge to buy food for the little classmate. When he returned, Yan Ge had disappeared too. This morning, the little classmate looked listless and utterly exhausted, and now she was saying all this…
Huo Yan’s expression darkened, his gaze turning cold and menacing as he looked at him. He uttered only one word, “Scram.”
Sang Yu finally woke up at this point. Lifting her head, she saw Huo Yan silently watching her without a word.
Sang Yu was taken aback for a moment, blinked her eyes, and said, “Good morning, Yan Ge?”
Huo Yan’s lips twitched slightly, his eyes devoid of emotion. “Sore back?”
His tone was flat as he raised his brow slightly, his slender fingers tapping leisurely on the table.
“What were you up to last night?”