Li Ge gasped for breath, slowing down and walking slowly to Xue Jing's side. He supported his knee with one hand and rested the other on Xue Jing's shoulder, speaking in short, broken sentences:,Xue Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion or because the towel had been held in that junior sister's arms for too long, but it seemed to have a faint scent.,Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else!。