Zhao Yushu: "..."
Liang Ji's face flushed red with anger, cursing as a bitch.
Wu Mi seemed to have really rested, wrapped in the quilt, not participating in their quarrel.
Chen Mo listened to her words, his expression froze.
Good tea indeed.
She really knows how to act.
More eager to bully her.
At this moment, Chen Mo leaned closer to her ear, holding her gentle head, speaking in a slightly low voice, "Then I'll massage you, my beloved consort."
"Your Majesty..."
Xu Ying lifted her head, proactively kissing Chen Mo's lips.
Chen Mo's eyes widened suddenly, feeling as if his eyeballs were about to fall out.
You just ate, and now you're kissing me.
Who taught you that?
Zhao Yushu and Liang Ji also stood agape, even rubbing their eyes in disbelief at what they were seeing.
This...this is just...
Impossible to put into words.
"Yushu..."
Liang Ji quickly pulled Zhao Yushu away a bit.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Yushu was still puzzled.
