"Mr. Chen, this is so strange..."
"Hold on, it's almost over."
As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a scene, and his breathing suddenly became erratic.
Perhaps due to the earlier bath and change of clothes, Lin Jingzhu was only wearing a white short skirt. He was sitting cross-legged, and with the mist soaking the fabric...
In the dense white fog, it was even possible to see clearly...
"L-little Daoist Feng Yan?"
A thought flashed through his mind, interrupting the Supreme Heart-Cleansing Mantra for a moment.
Meanwhile, the Empress, hiding under the covers, sensed something and grew increasingly annoyed, muttering through gritted teeth:
"Damn little thief, daring to be with Zhu'er... This is infuriating!"
"You scoundrel, I'll bite you!"
(O_o)?!
Chen Mo shivered suddenly, his expression becoming very peculiar.
Your Highness, calm down!!
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Prince Yu Mansion.
In the bedroom, the candlelight flickered like beans.
