The fire is out.
Zhang Zhaodi is rescued.
Some perverted male classmates, like Liu Chuandao, ran over from afar and reached out to touch Zhang Zhaodi's exposed arm:
"Student Zhang, are you alright?"
Zhang Zhaodi held her arm and stepped back half a step, avoiding his assault.
Liu Chuandao was full of regret, judging from his sleazy gaze, he could tell that Zhang Zhaodi's arm must be incredibly soft, what a pity!
Jiang Yanan handed her two wet wipes, Zhang Zhaodi wiped off the black marks on her shoulder and arm, revealing her rosy skin, trembling slightly with the softness as she wiped.
"Seems like you got a bit burned by the fire," Jiang Yanan said, noticing the bright red skin and a few pea-sized blisters, looking rather alarming.
'It wasn't just the fire...' Zhang Zhaodi knew it was actually Zhao Qianqian at the back seat who splashed hot water!
But, after all, she meant well, so what could she say?
