"Seventh Senior Sister..."
"No, Xiyao!"
Ye Chen suddenly changed the way he addressed her. Instead of calling her Seventh Senior Sister, he called her Xiyao.
Ye Chen held onto Xiyao's soft little hand. Her palm was already warm.
Hearing Ye Chen call her name, Seventh Senior Sister became even hotter.
Ye Chen had indeed thought about this arrangement.
Xiyao's heart calmed down and she began to regain her gentleness and liveliness. When Ye Chen carried her onto the wedding bed, she wrapped her arms around Ye Chen's neck and asked lovingly, "Little Chen!"
"Hmm?"
"I like you!"
"Mm!" Ye Chen was looking down at her red makeup and thinking about how to remove it, so he just answered absent-mindedly.
"Little Chen!"
"Mmm!"
Ye Chen continued to ponder. "This is a belt. There's a button here. It's untied. Is this taken off from the top or the bottom?"