Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Quan Jue stopped in his tracks and looked at him indifferently.

They were of similar height, and Quan Jue was only a head taller than Xu Ye.

As the two of them stood facing each other, their unyielding aura seemed to have materialized, causing the surrounding airflow to seemingly slow down.

“Quan Jue, you sure are cool.” Xu Ye's lips curled into an unruly smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. His gaze was filled with provocation as he looked at Quan Jue intently.

Quan Jue curled his lips lazily and looked nonchalant as if he didn't care about Xu Ye at all. “Not as good as you.”

“Why are you so f*cking arrogant?” Xu Ye was already suppressing his anger, but Quan Jue's nonchalant att.i.tude had completely infuriated him. He reached out and grabbed Quan Jue's collar.

“Xu Ye, let go of him!” Right at this moment, Chi Jiao ran over with a pale face.

She stared at him angrily with her doe eyes, like an angry cub.

Without waiting for him to let go, Quan Jue pried his fingers off one by one and slowly tidied his collar.

Xu Ye felt inexplicably guilty under Chi Jiao's gaze. He coughed dryly and said, “I don't have the intention to hit him. Why are you so worried?”

Being so protective of Quan Jue, if he didn't know that Quan Jue was the adopted son of the Chi family and her brother in name, he would have thought that there was something between the two of them.

Chi Jiao ignored him. She reached out and grabbed Quan Jue's wrist, before dragging him past Xu Ye in large strides.

Chi Jiao's hand grasping Quan Jue's wrist was shockingly hot.

He couldn't help but be stunned as he let her pull him forward in large strides.

When Xu Ye saw Chi Jiao pulling Quan Jue away, he stood rooted in a daze for a moment before kicking the rubbish bin by the road.

However, the rubbish bin was actually made of iron. It hurt so much that Xu Ye's handsome face was instantly distorted in pain.

F*ck! Even the rubbish bin was angry at him when he was down on his luck!

As Chi Jiao dragged him to the school gate, more and more people pa.s.sed by. Quan Jue seemed to have suddenly realized something, before flinging Chi Jiao's hand away.

He used a little too much force, causing Chi Jiao to stumble slightly.

Then, Chi Jiao felt a churning pain in her stomach.

Quan Jue, who had just taken a few steps forward, caught sight of her squatting down in a daze with her hand on her stomach from the corner of his eye. He stopped in his tracks.

“What's wrong?” Quan Jue asked with a frown.

“Stomach pain.” Chi Jiao looked up at Quan Jue, who had walked back to her.

She looked so small as she squatted there.

Her innocent doe eyes were damp and she looked extremely pitiful.

Only then did Quan Jue notice that Chi Jiao's face was so pale that it looked almost transparent. Even her lips were pale without color.

“What a squeamish girl,” Quan Jue said in frustration.

Immediately after, he bent down and gently lifted her from the ground.

In an instant, the clean fragrance of the soap mixed with the faint scent of the young man's body entered Chi Jiao's nose, causing her mind to blank out for a short period of time.

When the pa.s.sers-by saw Quan Jue carrying Chi Jiao, they all turned their gazes to the two of them.

Sensing the soft lump in his arms, Quan Jue's handsome face turned slightly red.

“I'll bring you to the sickbay. Behave yourself and don't move around,” he said coldly to the girl in his arms. He didn't dare to look at the person in his arms as he stared straight ahead.

Chi Jiao pursed her lips and smiled before nodding obediently.