"Thump... Thump... Thump..."
The sounds from outside the classroom gradually faded away, as if an invisible hand clutching Ye Shiyu's heart was slowly releasing its grip.
Her panting subsided and once again she looked up at Yan Huan's vacant eyes, it was as if rationality had reclaimed the high ground of her brain, making her realize what had just happened.
Looking at her wrist, which was previously grabbed by Yan Huan, she could see a circle of red marks on her delicate, fair skin, which showed no sign of fading immediately.
It seemed to be caused by the surge of blood under her skin, resulting in a tingling, itchy sensation.
Ye Shiyu had the type of body that was prone to bruising easily.
Especially her fair skin, like a clear canvas, it showed colors all too easily.
She originally detested these marks that symbolized "others" invading her domain.
Physical contact from strangers and taking her belongings were both unforgivable to her.
