Retreat to Advance!

Ye Chen's gaze swept across that delicate face. His Second Senior Sister, Murong Qingxue, frowned slightly. Although this appearance did not fit her temperament, it was quite moving.

At this moment, Ye Chen realized that a warm and tender arm was wrapped around his waist. Moreover, his head seemed to be pressing against something. Most importantly, two balls of softness were tightly compressed on his back...

Murong Qingxue's pretty face was slightly red. She was being carried by her junior brother. Although they were already an old couple, there was still Seventh Junior Sister, Zhao Xiyao, here, so Murong Qingxue was still a little shy.

Zhao Xiyao also felt that her body was getting hotter and hotter, so she hugged Ye Chen.

Ye Chen hugged Murong Qingxue from behind.

When Ye Chen's arm was wrapped around her soft waist, Murong Qingxue's body suddenly stiffened.

In a daze, Ye Chen tilted his head, and a soft feeling came from his lips.