A very light, tingling sensation like electric current swept across the whole body, yet left chills all over.
Qin Shaonan picked up the pace.
Soon, the two met again, lap after lap, meeting, missing, meeting again...
Qiao Qiao, "..."
She had never found running to be this romantic or fun, she used to only run crazily when feeling upset.
Qin Shaonan, "..."
He ran for a while, then stopped to smoke, sending Qiao Qiao a text message, "Running doesn't make your legs sore?"
After seeing the message, Qiao Qiao suddenly felt her legs were incredibly sore.
Qin Shaonan, "The race is tomorrow, go home early and get some sleep."
Qiao Qiao, "Yes, sir, my dear instructor."
Qin Shaonan gazed at the short line of text for a long time before closing his phone, his eyes falling on Qiao Qiao's gradually distant figure, and slowly strolled out of the track.
Back at the dormitory, lying on the bed, closing his eyes, he saw her in various forms.
Smoke, or not!
