Yang Xiaona still tightly clutched her collar, pursing her lips, looking at Shu Jiao, then at Ruan Jiaojiao, her eyes full of struggle.
"Xiaona?" Ruan Jiaojiao called softly, gently shaking her hem.
Yang Xiaona looked at her, obviously less resistant, so Ruan Jiaojiao took the opportunity to undo her clothes.
The jacket Yang Xiaona wore outside was coarse cloth, and it looked like it had been modified from large to small, not fitting at all. The sleeves were very small, but the body was too big. She had been wearing this piece of clothing since the school started, never taking it off.
Zhao Li had previously been surprised at how she wore so much in such heat, not even taking it off at midday.
Ruan Jiaojiao had also been surprised but had never suspected anything.
Now slowly taking off Yang Xiaona's clothes, seeing her dark face turning uncontrollably red and hot, head buried facing the other side, body gently trembling, Ruan Jiaojiao thought she might be injured, hurting.
