"It's okay, it's okay!"
The girl shook her head vigorously, as if delighted.
"Just hearing you say that makes me so happy!"
She paused, tilting her head slightly as she studied Xu Xiangyang's expression. Then, with a tender smile, she reached out with both hands like a caring mother.
This time it wasn't to cradle his face, but to hold the back of the boy's head, guiding him to lie in her arms.
Xu Xiangyang didn't have time to react, and by the time he came to his senses, his face was already pressed against the girl's soft chest. In that moment, he felt it would be inappropriate to move carelessly.
He couldn't help but blush.
Intimate contact with the class president wasn't a new occurrence for him, and it was the source of Xu Xiangyang's guilt: He had grown desensitized to the immorality of being "ambiguously close with another girl despite having a girlfriend."
Although it was Zhu Qingyue who always initiated these moments, this time was no different.
