This is an English class. The English teacher stepped down and asked a classmate to read the conversation in the textbook.
Everyone turned around to see the teacher, which was an almost perfect time period for peeking at Wusu.
The students who got up to read were in the special back row, and the teacher had already walked through the middle row of seats in the classroom.
I turned my head naturally, and the side face of the observer Wusu.
Observing the long, shiny black hair that was draped down, sometimes I really hope that time can stop.
Suddenly, I felt an elbow from behind, hitting my spine straight.
I almost screamed in pain, and I realized in an instant that Wang Xiaomei’s movements were even bigger.
A elbow pressed my back, and I subconsciously turned around and asked, “Are you mosquitoes biting you?”
Wang Xiaomei shook her head and said with a look of ugly expression: “My whole body is itchy, not like a mosquito. It’s so strange, it makes me feel very uncomfortable.”
“Itchy? It’s very uncomfortable?” I looked at Wang Xiaomei’s body in confusion.
It was small pieces of red, with red acne constantly rolling on it.
Some of these acne breaks seem to flow out liquid, and they are connected by a piece of crimson.
From small part of the face, down the neck.
Of course, there is also the chest that appears and appears in a flash as Wang Xiaomei scratches her, which is a huge piece of red.
The scene is not good-looking, and it is even a bit terrifying.
I immediately stood up from my seat, and the movement was too large and seemed to attract the teacher.
“Student Lixia, what are you doing?” the English teacher said in confusion.
I pointed at Wang Xiaomei and said, “There are a lot of red pieces.”