The girl held Jiang Ye tightly, exerting such force that her fingers were tightly clasped, as if she wanted to merge her body with his.
It was unclear whether it was because she was holding too tightly, or because her ample bosom pressed against Jiang Ye's abdomen.
Jiang Ye felt a bit suffocated.
Though suffocating, Jiang Ye could feel his heartbeat speeding up a bit.
"Jiang Ye," the girl said softly.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Ye responded, somewhat puzzled.
"Jiang Ye."
"Jiang Ye..." Chen Zilu buried her face in Jiang Ye's chest, repeating his name over and over, her voice trembling as if sobbing.
Jiang Ye's expression froze slightly.
Feeling the faintly trembling body in his arms.
At this moment.
All of Jiang Ye's questions in his heart could not be voiced.
He sighed softly, slowly raised his hand, and gently embraced the girl.
Chen Zilu's body was incredibly soft. Holding her felt like embracing a soft, squishy jelly, so tender that it seemed to melt.
