"It's so late, we'll have to make do for the night. Xuelan, scoot over a bit."
Luckily, the bed is big, and not all the planks are broken. We can squeeze in.
The three of them squeezed to the side of the bed, Chen Mo released Yu Zhu's hot and tender body and leaned to Xuelan's ear, whispering softly, "Xuelan, it's our turn."
Upon hearing this, Lin Xuelan's alabaster face flushed like fire, like the evening glow in autumn when the sun sets in the west.
She dared not look into Chen Mo's eyes, only nodding slightly.
Chen Mo patted Lin Xuelan, who had already developed some rapport, and squirmed under the covers.
Rustling sounds...
...
Dawn broke, the bright morning light spilled over every corner of Tianchuan City, the world was a sheet of white.
On the rooftops of the Prince's Mansion, a half-foot layer of snow covered the tiles.
