Xiaoli saw that Chen Ye didn't speak, and thought that the mute sister was shy, so she became even more enthusiastic, her small body almost hanging onto Chen Ye, chattering non-stop.
Chen Ye felt like he had a headache.
From his past life to this one, he had never been entangled so intimately with a member of the opposite sex.
As for the two disciples?
Chen Ye did often hug the two disciples, but in his eyes, they weren't even considered members of the opposite sex.
They were just two furry creatures called dumplings.
The girl's body was tender and soft, her face sweet, emitting a fragrance unique to youth.
He quietly attempted to withdraw his arm, but Xiaoli clung too tightly, so he dared not move too abruptly for fear of arousing suspicion.
Just as Chen Ye was caught in a dilemma, another female voice came from outside the courtyard gate: "Xiaoli, stop messing around. Aren't you going to deliver the purchased fabrics to Mrs. Zhang in the embroidery room?"
