Yang Fei watched as a flush, like peach blossoms, spread across her face, and suddenly felt something was amiss.
"I suppose my whole life is plagued by romantic entanglements. Although my character is extremely pure, a hero can't hold off a pack of she-wolves. Sister Xueyi, I'm sorry!"
He lamented silently in his heart, but his eyes were glued to an important part of Ye Shengge, his gaze exuding lust.
Ye Shengge could feel Yang Fei's gaze, feeling both embarrassed and anxious, her head drooping even lower.
Yang Fei chuckled, extending his arm to try and wrap it around Ye Shengge's waist from behind.
Ye Shengge's cheeks grew hot, a blush rising to her face, and she fiercely pinched the back of Yang Fei's hand.
Yang Fei let out a painful cry, looking at Ye Shengge tearfully, full of innocence and grievances.
"Why are you pinching me?"
Ye Shengge did not expect that this guy would dare to ask her that.
She lowered her head, her voice tinged with both shame and anger.
