Lin Fan was on the verge of tears, rolling up his sleeve and pointing at the spot Feng Chengcheng had bitten, saying, "Miss Feng, if I didn't trick you into waking up, I bet you'd have eaten my arm thinking it's a chicken drumstick."
Looking at the row of teeth marks on Lin Fan's arm, Feng Chengcheng remembered her dream and quickly blushed: "I... I didn't do it on purpose."
"It's fine, it's not a big deal, so I won't hold you accountable! It's almost two, hurry up and go take your exam. If you get first place, I'll grant you a wish." Having understood Feng Chengcheng's difficulty, Lin Fan wanted to motivate her.
"Silly Lin Fan, are you serious?" Feng Chengcheng's eyes immediately sparkled with delight.
