Jiang Ruoqing felt that she was moved for nothing.
"Fool."
Chen Mo used his finger to tap Jiang Ruoqing's nose, then lifted her up and let her sit on his lap, embracing her.
Then Chen Mo picked up the fish soup, first feeding Jiang Ruoqing a spoonful, and then tasted it himself, being very intimate.
It made Jiang Ruoqing's heart tingle with a sweet numbness.
Having never been in close contact with a man before, and naturally having never been in love, this kind of warmth and sweetness intoxicated Jiang Ruoqing, making her instinctively wrap her arms around Chen Mo's neck.
It was precisely this intoxication that made her unaware that Chen Mo's hand had already reached her inner thigh.
"Once we've quelled the rebellion of the Eighteen Lords, I'll take you to Jiangnan and avenge the grudge against your master," Chen Mo said.
"Mmm, I'll listen to you," Jiang Ruoqing only felt her body grow even more tingling with numbness.
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