At this moment, if Ling Chen still did not understand what porridge girl wanted to do, he would be unworthy of being a man.
However, facing the actions of porridge girl, Ling Chen was not only shocked but even more puzzled. He couldn't understand why porridge girl would do such a thing. He remembered that when porridge girl was sparring with He Ziyun, she had told him that she was engaged.
If she had a fiancé, then why would she still do such a thing? Didn't she consider her fiancé's feelings?
"Porridge girl..."
Ling Chen was about to speak, but porridge girl's finger had already landed on his lips. Without letting him say anything more, a warm body leaned against him, her impressive bosom pressing tightly against his chest, soft and silky.
Porridge girl's face blushed, biting her thin lips, her arms soft as tender lotus roots wrapped lightly around Ling Chen, burying her cheeks in his chest, her eyes brimming with shyness.
