Third floor of the Observatory.
On the bed, only Nalan Yiren tightly embraced Chen Mo, her legs locking his waist and back. Her lotus-like arms also clung tightly around Chen Mo's neck. The palace skirt on her was not completely removed, but loosened at the waist, with the hem lifted to just below the hips. Her exquisite bare feet were taut together.
After a while, Nalan Yiren's toes, akin to tender bamboo shoots, slowly relaxed and playfully twitched.
She slowly opened her eyes; the legs that had locked Chen Mo's waist and back also relaxed. The arms and legs, which previously exerted astonishing force, suddenly seemed to have turned to jelly, soft and without strength.
Nalan Yiren's fingertips gently caressed Chen Mo's chest, lingering bliss still on her face, she softly asked, "What happened to you just now?"
No response.
"Why don't you speak?" Nalan Yiren's fingers traced circles on Chen Mo's chest.
Still no response.
