Weiyang Palace.
The candlelight was orange, spreading across the entire hall, casting several silhouettes on the landscape screen not far from the Phoenix Bed.
After Chen Mo pulled Zhao Yushu out of the bed, he instinctively took a breath of cold air, then turned his gaze to the flawlessly carved ivory-like body beneath him, his eyes slightly narrowing.
Surprisingly, Xu Ying was already attending...
Zhao Yushu's eyes widened, her face flushed crimson, and she hurriedly raised her hand to cover her eyes, worried that looking longer would make her eyes sore.
Liang Ji also looked astonished. Although she had done this kind of thing before, it was because Chen Mo had compelled her, not voluntarily.
But Xu Ying, she was doing it entirely out of her own will now.
The most crucial point was that Chen Mo had just tangled with her and Wu Mi.
"...How shameless." Liang Ji's face turned red, and she couldn't help but spit.
