Weiyang Palace.
In the warm inner hall.
The bronze candlestick bore a flame that was bright and scorching in its orange glow.
Not far away, from a bronze incense burner carved with auspicious beast designs, wisps of intoxicating smoke rose and drifted throughout the hall.
On the Phoenix Bed, with its curtains tied by golden hooks, Chen Mo embraced Liang Ji's voluptuous waist. After indulging himself, he propped himself up slightly and gazed down at the beautiful woman beneath him, her skin white with a blush, her breath soft. His heart was filled with a mesmerizing passion.
"Yu... Yu..."
Chen Mo caressed the face of Liang Ji.
After so many entanglements, a tacit understanding had developed between the two.
Liang Ji understood that Chen Mo wished to revisit his homeland.
With a hint of wistfulness, she glanced playfully at Chen Mo before raising her hands to encircle his neck, slowly closing her eyes.
"Yu... Yu..."
