Hot breath puffing beside her ear, the young man's gentle voice made Nalan Yiren feel both shy and annoyed.
He had just been affectionate with Yu Zhu, and now he was hugging her, truly enough to be called a flirt.
But she fell for this trick.
She deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Let me go."
"Alright, don't be angry, I know you're doing it for my good, I've learned my lesson," Chen Mo said, holding her tightly, knowing it'd be foolish to really let her go.
Nalan Yiren turned around in Chen Mo's embrace, looked up at the young man's face, and listened to the man's breathing and heartbeat. Nalan Yiren softly spat and then said, "Medical books say that one drop of essence is worth ten drops of blood; even if you were made of iron, a night of indulgence would still have its effects.
Moreover, tomorrow's duel is likely to be a high-level showdown, any small mistake could lead to defeat, so you should rest well tonight instead of indulging in tenderness."
