Hao Jian had no idea that after she ran to the room and locked the door, Xiaohai immediately curled up on the bed, hugging her legs with her cheeks burning red. She instinctively touched her face, and although it wasn't scalding hot, it was definitely warmer than usual, exceeding her normal body temperature.
At this time, her heart was racing, beating fast, but she didn't know how to describe this feeling and mood. She just felt her chest, sensing that heartbeat, while the other hand touched her face, hoping to cool it down.
What she didn't know was that the more she thought about it and acted on it, the faster her heart would beat, and the higher the temperature of her flushed face would rise. In her mind, Hao Jian's name appeared constantly, full of resentment and hatred, and at this moment, she even wanted to kill Hao Jian.
