The Empress's cheeks were slightly flushed.
Every time she heard Chen Mo call her "baby," her heartbeat would skip a bit.
She pressed both hands against Chen Mo's chest, her tone urgent, "Let go of me first..."
"No."
Not only did Chen Mo not loosen his grip, but he held her even tighter.
With his arms around her soft waist, their bodies pressed together, even through the palace gown, he could feel the delicate touch of her skin, as light as a cloud, yet as ripe and juicy as a peach.
The Empress lightly bit her lip.
How annoying, holding me so tightly, I'm almost getting squashed...
"I'm warning you, don't do this again! Otherwise, otherwise I'll ignore you forever!"
Chen Mo nodded, seriously saying, "Rest assured, Your Highness, I have a sense of propriety."
The Empress held down the hands at her waist that were constantly exploring, and said with irritation, "Is this your understanding of propriety?!"
Chen Mo replied awkwardly, "Cough, cough, sorry, my hand slipped."
