Zhiwei awkwardly nestled in Chen Ye's embrace, her cheeks burning fiercely.
Master... why is he holding me again?
And in front of Qing Jun!
Annoyed, she lightly hammered Chen Ye's chest with her small fists, the force was feeble, more like a spoiled tantrum.
"Master, let go!"
Hmph!
This 'ungrateful' senior disciple, annoyed with the master again?
Chen Ye looked down at the bristling senior disciple in his arms, deliberately teasing:
"Oh? If Master doesn't hold you, should Zhiwei walk back by herself? The snow is so deep outside; if Zhiwei falls, Master won't be able to find Zhiwei!"
The big girl took a deep breath, knowing that resistance was futile.
With a cold little face, she sat on Chen Ye's arm, saying nothing.
"Angry?" Chen Ye became a bit nervous.
The dark-haired little ball puffed up and crossed her arms, coldly turning her small face away to maintain silence.
Hmm...
Seeing this, Chen Ye felt relieved instead.
"Sis!"
