Ye Heng was puzzled, watching Feng Yihuan inching down like a snail.
He furrowed his brow slightly, having no choice but to walk back.
Seeing him return, Feng Yihuan felt embarrassed and hesitated.
"You go first, you don't need to care about me. I can walk slowly."
At that moment, Ye Heng noticed her legs trembling.
He couldn't help but rub his temples. Does the Feng Family protect her too much?
She has a special blood type, so in gym class, they probably have to be extra cautious.
Actually, it's not really Feng Yihuan's fault. Her physical condition was never great, and she gets sick easily.
Plus, with the intense stress of the college entrance exams, where would she find the time to exercise?
"What are you staring at? Hurry down."
Feng Yihuan had to put on a stern face, not wanting to be made fun of by someone named Ye.
Ye Heng looked at her, feeling a mix of amusement and frustration.
He walked up to her, crouched down, "Get on, I'll carry you down."
