Song Yan and Chen Yuxuan stood chest-to-chest.
Quite literally…
The two most famous beauties in the sect drifted closer and closer while they talked, until their soft, full breasts were now pressed right up against each other.
Their silk robes were stretched tight over them and you could feel just a hint of warmth coming through the thin fabric from their bodies.
It was like two huge, water-filled balls gently pushing against one another for space.
Neither one wanted to give way even a little.
Several male elders watching wished their heads were between those soft melons.
Chen Yuxuan tilted her chin upward with an arrogant smile that beautified her face.
"Peak Master Song."
She paused and took her time to continue.
"Can we not make such a spectacle? After all… I am not the one who invited Trainer to come linger like a homeless man at my lovely peak."
This was her cold-sounding voice.
