The Heart-Seeking Incense Palace only has one stick left, the previous two times consumed nine-tenths of it, and now just a little is left... Seeing his candid demeanor, the Empress lightly snorted: "I will reluctantly believe you this time, but you must always remember your identity, you cannot cavort with those wild women outside."
The problem is that I can't resist it either...
Chen Mo sighed helplessly.
He lowered his head to look at the Empress and was suddenly stunned.
Her black hair was spread like ink, her oval face flushed with intoxicating pink, her blurred apricot eyes shimmering, her lovely bosom rising and falling slightly faster, and her breath carried both the scent of wine and a faint sweet fragrance.
If usually the Empress was a dignified national peony, now drunk, she resembled a vibrant spring tree of blossoms.
His gaze slipped downward, unable to resist using the Golden Eyes of Truth for a glance.
