The fire went out.
Zhang Zhaodi was saved.
Some lecherous male classmates, like Liu Chuandao, rushed over from far away and reached for Zhang Zhaodi's bare arm. "Zhang, are you okay?"
Zhang Zhaodi clutched her arm and took half a step back, avoiding his advance.
Liu Chuandao was full of regret. From that lewd look in his eyes, it was obvious he thought Zhang Zhaodi's arm must be incredibly soft. What a shame!
Jiang Yanan handed her two wet wipes. Zhang Zhaodi wiped away the black marks on her shoulder and arm, revealing flushed skin beneath. As she wiped, the soft flesh of her arm quivered tenderly.
"Looks like it got burned a little," Jiang Yanan said. She could see bright red skin and several soybean-sized blisters. It was rather frightening.
It wasn't just the fire... Zhang Zhaodi knew perfectly well that it had been the scalding water Zhao Qianqian from the desk behind her had splashed.
But he had meant well, after all. What could she say?
She frowned in pain. Her hair was slightly disheveled from the incident, and half of her plain white jacket had burned away. The pure little camisole on her right shoulder was faintly visible, adding a touch of shattered beauty to her.
Then she looked toward Jiang Ning, who was seated diagonally in front of her.
She knew of Jiang Ning. When he had first transferred into Class 8, she had even mentioned him to her ex-boyfriend Wu Tie. Wu Tie had merely said disdainfully, "He's someone I beat before. What the hell is he?"
Zhang Zhaodi had let her first impression and prejudice shape her view of him.
But after spending time together at the zoo, she found that wasn't the case. When Bai Yuxia fed the otters, she had even taken