Jiang Yi's voice reached Lu Qingye's ears, making him frown slightly.
Meng Chuyuan appeared nonchalant. There was not a single ripple in her eyes.
After a while, Meng Chuyuan took the initiative to step forward. She looked up at the man in front of him and said in a gentle voice, "Then let's hug."
She calmly opened her arms and slid her arms past Lu Qingye's shirt sleeves. She leaned forward slightly and gently grabbed the sides of his coat.
Meng Chuyuan's embrace was like a breeze brushing past a willow tree, leaving behind a slight ripple.
There was an elegant fragrance in the air. She was gripping the clothes at his waist and he could feel it dip down slightly. All of that told him that this was real.
In an instant, Lu Qingye came back to his senses. He instinctively raised his hand and placed it on her back.
