Shhh—
With a soft sound, the red silk turned into dust and dissipated.
The Empress nestled in Chen Mo's arms, her delicate head on his shoulder, her fragrant breath tickling his neck.
Although her cultivation had been restored, the continuous intense impacts left her body weak, as if all her bones were removed.
The room was silent.
Inhaling the rich, fragrant scent, Chen Mo took a deep breath, savoring it, and couldn't help but hold her slender waist even tighter.
"Empress, you smell so good..." Chen Mo said infatuatedly.
Yu Youhan's cheeks flushed with a crimson hue, and she gave him a playful yet shy glare, "It's just a slightly unique constitution, what's there to fuss about?"
A unique constitution?
Chen Mo was a bit curious upon hearing this.
In the original plot, it was never mentioned what kind of constitution Consort Yu had; it was only known that her realm seemed limitless, her cultivation growing daily...
