Lin Xingjie whispered a reminder.
"When I was on my way here, I had that giant fluttering moth release a large-scale illusion power nearby..."
"Will it work on them?"
"It's impossible to create an illusion that can confuse everyone. But if you include Xiangyang's ability to counteract the Sensory Medium's Spirit Communication Ability, it should be enough to cover our escape."
As the class president spoke, she imitated Xing Jie's gesture and gently placed her palm on his face.
—And so, Xu Xiangyang's left and right cheeks were simultaneously covered by the soft palms of the two girls.
"Can you keep going?"
Zhu Qingyue asked softly.
Lin Xingjie heard her and subconsciously wanted to stop her, but then quickly pursed her lips, holding back from speaking out.
Aroused by the cool sensation transmitted from the girls' tender palms, the boy's eyebrows knitted together for a moment before he slowly opened his eyes.