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She shot an embarrassed glance at Yu Zhe before replying to Yin Shaojie, “No need. I’m feeling much better now, and I’m not dizzy anymore.”
However, Yin Shaojie still commanded domineeringly, “Get on.”
Beside them, Yu Zhe chuckled bitterly. He wanted to express his graciousness, but his throat seemed mysteriously stuck, and he couldn’t utter a word.
Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him apologetically and said, “Yu Zhe, you can go back to class first; I’ll be fine with him here. Thanks for helping me; I’ll treat you to food next time.”
Yu Zhe finally found his voice. “Xiaoxiao, you’re too polite. Just hurry back to the sick bay to rest.”
Looking at Yin Shaojie, he said, “Young Master Jie, please take good care of Xiaoxiao then.”
Upon hearing these words, Yin Shaojie’s annoyance reared its head. Displeased, he glared at him and said, “Let’s be clear about this! Xiaoxiao is only close to me here. You’re a mere outsider — do you have the right to speak to me like that? Scram; I don’t want to see your face!”
Why was this guy such an eyesore!
“Yin Shaojie!” Mu Xiaoxiao turned angry at his display of temper.
Yu Zhe’s face looked awful.
Looking at him, Mu Xiaoxiao said, “Yu Zhe, I’m sorry…”
“Enough! Why are you apologizing to him? Hurry up and get on, you hear? I’ll hit him if you don’t get on now!” At the limits of his impatience, Yin Shaojie delivered this ultimatum.
Helpless, Mu Xiaoxiao could only get on his back.
Before she could say goodbye to Yu Zhe, Yin Shaojie had already carried her away swiftly as though she was as light as a feather.
Yu Zhe’s eyes darkened as he watched their disappearing silhouette.
…
Unexpectedly, Yin Shaojie didn’t take her back to the sick bay but to a luxurious-looking European-style building.
Even though Mu Xiaoxiao had seen numerous buildings like that in America, her breath was still taken away at the sight of this one.
“What’s this place?”
They entered a lobby. The fancy chandelier hanging from the high ceiling made the place unimaginably beautiful, and there was an elegant spiral staircase nearby.
This place practically resembled a classical European castle.
“This is the Student Union’s building,” Yin Shaojie said in a mild tone. He carried her up the second floor and entered a room.
Mu Xiaoxiao could only catch a blurry glimpse of the sign on the door. Office of the President of the Student Union?
She was slightly shocked. Could it be…
Yin Shaojie pushed the door in and entered. Seeing that Han Qiqing was still inside, he frowned and said, “Why are you loitering about?”
Han Qiqing was on the sofa eating some fries and drinking a beverage, looking like she was enjoying herself.
Seeing them, she smiled and said, “Eh, so you’ve made up.”
Putting Mu Xiaoxiao down, Yin Shaojie expelled her bluntly, “Get out. My office isn’t your recreation room.”
“Humph, casting away your benefactor now that you’ve made up huh.” Han Qiqing grumbled, but she still stood up from the sofa and made her way over reluctantly.
Yin Shaojie glared at her. “It’s not like there isn’t a recreation room on the first level, or you could always go to the sick bay to chill. Suit yourself.”
“Fine, I’ll leave; what a petty boy!” She had, of course, mumbled the last part, for she would never dare to scold this young master in his face — this was a right accorded to only Mu Xiaoxiao.
Just as Han Qiqing was about to exit the room, she stopped. Turning back to look at them, she finally noticed that Yin Shaojie was still holding Mu Xiaoxiao’s hand.
She gave a suggestive smile suddenly. “So, you’re chasing me off so that you can be alone together? Great Master Yin, what are you planning to do with our dear Xiaoxiao?”