On a spacious playground, eight high school boys in sportswear were racing across the plastic track.,The female student, holding a towel, seemed not to hear his mutterings. She walked up to Xue Jing with a shy expression, looked up at his face, and bravely opened her mouth:,Xue Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion or because the towel had been held in that junior sister's arms for too long, but it seemed to have a faint scent.。