He stopped and stretched out his hand to Zhong Zhenzhen, who was panting, "Come on, give me your hand."
Zhong Zhenzhen hesitated for a while, but finally she put her hand on Song Zixuan's palm
His palms were still so warm, as if they contained her whole heart
Zhong Zhenzhen blushed for a while, thinking of the close contact they had when they were still together.
She really wanted to hit herself. What time was it now? She was still thinking about it.
"You still talk about what kind of athlete you are," Song Zixuan felt funny when he thought about what she just said, "If you are such an athlete, who can win the prize in the Olympics?"
Although she knew that Song Zixuan was deliberately creating an atmosphere, at this juncture, Zhong Zhenzhen really couldn't cooperate with her and climbed the stairs without saying a word.
Still so stubborn, Song Zixuan couldn't help but sigh
"Zhong Zhenzhen, give me your hand, otherwise I will have to come to save you after saving Xiaozhe."
Zhong Zhenzhen looked at the man in front of her. He stood two steps higher than her, but Zhong Zhenzhen felt so far away.
Before she could react, Song Zixuan stepped down a level and held her hand domineeringly in his palm.
The two of them didn't say anything, and walked in tandem with each other in a tacit understanding.
After a while, Song Zixuan asked her, "What time is it now?"
Zhong Zhenzhen looked at his watch, "It's only a few minutes until eight o'clock."
So fast? Song Zixuan quickened his pace. The person he agreed with was Zhong Xiaozhe, who would be on the rooftop at eight o'clock. Don't let anything happen to you.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Zhenzhen felt strange that he suddenly asked the time.
Song Zixuan was afraid that she would worry, so he squeezed her palm and said, "It's okay, let's hurry up."
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Finally reaching the top floor, both of them were so tired that they couldn't even speak.
Zhong Zhenzhen covered his chest with one hand and pushed Song Zixuan with the other, "Let's go, we are going to see Zhong Xiaozhe soon."
The light from the top floor came in, Song Zixuan pulled Zhong Zhenzhen up, "Let's go..."
But Zhong Zhenzhen couldn't move her steps at all, and she couldn't breathe.
Song Zixuan also noticed something strange, "What's wrong?"
He turned his head and approached Zhong Zhenzhen and found that her face was pale and even her lips had no blood.
"I, I'm a little dizzy." Zhong Zhenzhen's legs also felt weak. She grabbed Song Zixuan's arm, "It's okay. You should be fine after a while."
Zhong Zhenzhen gasped for air, and the sound of his heavy breathing hurt Song Zixuan's heart.