"Young Master, you pervert!"
Chuxue's voice rang out beside his ear as Zong Shou looked at his hand with a stunned expression.
After he opened it, he clenched tight, and after clenching tight, he opened it and then grabbed forward.
He felt weird, why was it such a coincidence?
Was he really a pervert as she had said and he couldn't control his own hands?
He had many unanswered questions in his mind but it felt good.
It was soft and bouncy, much bigger than when she was 14.
Unknowingly, she had grown up.
Xue'er she had already grown up and it was time for this flower…
The moment such a thought rose up, Zong Shou shook his head.
The Sect was on the verge of its life and death, so what was he thinking about?
Him grabbing her chest was probably destined, that damn Cause and Effect! It was the fault of the Heavens!