(Second update)
The instant Ning Rongrong threw her arms tightly around him, Yang Ming initially resisted.
Just because you wanted to hug me, you hugged me right away? Where would I put my dignity?
Her long, silky hair fluttered in the wind and brushed against his nose. Ning Rongrong had just finished bathing, and the pleasant scent of soap clung to her body.
Yang Ming immediately shoved Ning Rongrong away and said,
"Your hair makes my nose allergic."
Ning Rongrong: "..."
A trace of dejection appeared in her beautiful eyes. Lowering her head, Ning Rongrong said,
"Yang Ming, are you still angry at me because of what I said earlier?"
"No."
"You must still be angry, or why would you push me away?"
"I really wasn't angry. You're overthinking it."
"No, you are!"
Watching the two bicker, Dean Flender, who was walking over, could not help but sigh.
"This is youth."
When Ning Rongrong saw Flender and the Grandmaster arrive side by side, the tips of her ears flushed slightly. She wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Too embarrassed to continue arguing with Yang Ming in public, she obediently stood beside him.
It had to be said that when Ning Rongrong was not throwing a young lady's tantrum, her hands were delicate as tender shoots, her skin smooth as congealed cream. Her neck was graceful, her teeth pearly white. With a lovely face and elegant brows, her smile was sweet and her eyes radiant.
She looked so dignified and virtuous, with a gentle smile on her face that made her seem very approachable.
Dai Mubai and the others stopped what they were doing and gathered together.
Looking at these spirited students, Flender nodded to himself and said,
"Over this period, I have seen