Xu Nuo didn't expect Yan Xinxin to suddenly faint right in front of him. Instinctively, he reached out and caught her limp body.
"Yan Xinxin? Yan Xinxin?"
Xu Nuo called out twice, but the person in his arms showed no reaction.
He furrowed his brows, wrapped his arms around Yan Xinxin's waist and lifted her up horizontally.
A gentle breeze blew past, carrying with it a faint and delicate fragrance that drifted into Xu Nuo's nose for a fleeting moment.
Lowering his gaze to look at the girl in his arms, he quickened his steps toward the street and waved down a cab.
"Look! Isn't that Xu Nuo? So handsome!"
"What's going on? Who's that girl he's carrying?"
"It's Yan Xinxin! Look! It's really Yan Xinxin!"
On the streets near the school district, several girls quickly recognized the two strikingly attractive faces.
"Damn! Is he rushing to get a private room or something?"
