From that angle, she could clearly see his full, firm biceps under the jersey, his long arms, the veins bulging under his skin, expanding and contracting rhythmically with his breath.
Ning Ci had played basketball since childhood, all sinew and muscle. Not the exaggerated, puffed-up kind that pops out when you take off your clothes, but beautifully smooth, lean muscle, just like her brother back then.
Now, sweat soaked his jersey, dripping down from his hairline, igniting a fire in his heart.
Cheng Buxi hadn't realized the severity of the situation. She thought he would get up on his own. Unexpectedly, he suddenly smiled at her, a particularly bold, cajoling tone, his eyes and brows brimming with roguish charm and teasing:
"Ah, I fell pretty hard."
"Miss, could you give me a hand?"
Boom!
Cheng Buxi's face instantly turned as red as a boiled shrimp.
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During halftime, Cheng Buxi accompanied Gao Yabin to the convenience store to buy drinks and also to thank the sports college friend who saved their seats.
That guy was very enthusiastic, taking care of them from start to finish.
Cheng Buxi felt the atmosphere between him and Gao Yabin was strange, close yet distant, but the parties involved were clearly evasive, so she didn't ask further.
She didn't want to buy anything. It was still early, so she instinctively moved toward the shelf with cloud bread. Not to mention, she genuinely loved that additive-filled bread.
How could it be so delicious that she craved it after three days without it?
As she walked, her hair accidentally got caught on the screw hole of another shelf.
A sharp tug caused her to wince in pain, her face scrunching up as she covered her head.
Just then, a large hand appeared out of nowhere, gently covering that strand of dark hair.
He carefully untangled it.
She seemed to sense something and looked up.
"Volunteer Miss." He slightly lowered his head, his brows spirited, his lips curling up.
His short hair, wet with sweat, stood up on his forehead, looking sharp and unruly, making his features even more captivating.
Number 7 jersey himself: "Long time no see."
Cheng Buxi felt as if struck by lightning, her body freezing. She stammered, "You, hello..."
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