Chiori's face flushed bright red. How could she dare get up in a situation like this? It was far too embarrassing. All she could do was pretend she had not heard and silently bury her head in Li Qiuzhi's chest.
Li Qiuzhi knew Chiori was embarrassed, too. At a time like this, naturally, he needed to take matters into his own hands.
He slowly lifted Chiori's buttocks, shifting her forward a little to sit on his lower abdomen, while his hands remained beneath her skirt, kneading her buttocks.
Ruan Mei looked at Li Qiuzhi without any particular feeling and crouched down in front of him. Although she felt she was being somewhat improper, she was reserved by nature and rarely showed her emotions on her face.
Li Qiuzhi kept kneading Chiori's black-stocking-clad buttocks, his hands sinking into them. A long while later, while Ruan Mei was not paying attention, he quietly reached out and cupped her head.
Ruan Mei suddenly felt herself being pushed forward, and her soft, warm lips were gently parted.
Her forehead lightly touched Chiori's buttocks. Her expression remained unchanged as she looked ahead with slight confusion.
How did it suddenly turn into this? Hadn't we agreed to use only hands?
After a dozen or so minutes, Li Qiuzhi took Ruan Mei by the arm and pulled her up, having her squeeze against Chiori and sit on him as well.
"Riiip~" The sound of fabric tearing rang out.
Time continued to pass slowly. Ruan Mei kept her lips pressed together as she quietly watched Li Qiuzhi. Her expression had clearly not changed, yet there seemed to be a hint of resentment in it.
The same was true of Chiori, who was sandwiched between them.
An unknown amount of time passed. Perhaps Ruan Mei had sensed that her