Looking at the black round stone in front of her, the Empress asked puzzled, "Why did you bring out the Image Stone?"
Chen Mo replied, "You'll see in a moment, Your Highness."
He injected True Yuan into the round stone, and the engraved symbols on the surface lit up, beams of radiance projecting a very clear image onto the ceiling:
Candlelight flickered, the light was dim.
On the bed, two figures were entwined together, the air suffused with an ambiguous atmosphere.
"Your Highness, this isn't right..."
"So what, it's not like we haven't slept together before..."
"You used to call me 'baby' but now it's 'Your Highness' every time, you're heartless..."
"Little thief, can you call me 'baby' once more, I want to hear it..."
...
(O_O)?
(ΩДΩ)?!!
This, this is me?!
The Empress's eyes were filled with disbelief.
In the image, Chen Mo was focused, like a meditating monk.
Yet she herself had flushed cheeks and eyes filled with affection, like an obsessed seductress.
