The crowd of onlooking students just watched as Deng Ziyu held Lin Fei's hand and started to massage it. As she massaged, Deng Ziyu softly asked Lin Fei, "Does it hurt here?"
Lin Fei nodded, "Mm, right here."
All the students felt as though they were being fed a mouthful of dog food; the feeling was tangy and strong.
No one expected that Lin Fei, a new student, could actually get the school belle Deng Ziyu to personally massage his hand.
Let alone these students, wouldn't dare to imagine it.
Even Wu Yuqing wouldn't dare to think.
At this moment, Wu Yuqing was also full of jealousy.
He hadn't expected Deng Ziyu to stand by Lin Fei's side.
Even more infuriating, Lin Fei wasn't even injured, yet he deceived Deng Ziyu into thinking he was hurt and even asked her for help. This was clearly a provocation aimed at him.
Wu Yuqing secretly harbored resentment and immediately walked into the pavilion, saying to Deng Ziyu, "Ziyu, he's not injured at all."
