"No problem! Totally fine! Honestly, better this way!"
As Lu Qingyan took her spot beside her, clipboard in hand, she quietly muttered, "Why the hell is someone this pretty also good at running…"
The heavens really didn't give others a chance.
She gave Wen Mingming a quick side glance.
Hair tied in a neat ponytail, skin glowing like a peach, lips pink even without tint.
Meanwhile, Lu Qingyan had barely made it through brushing her hair without stabbing her eye with a comb this morning. The girl beside Wen Mingming even smelled like floral shampoo. Compared to her previous patrol partner—a perpetually sweaty Peng Jianda whose body odor could wage chemical warfare—this was practically a luxury shift.
Lu Qingyan: ?
Wen Mingming realized she was distracted and inwardly scolded herself a few words.
Then she immediately changed her words,
"No...I meant to say that it's no problem if he can't come. It's the same whether it's with you or him."
