Inside the bedroom.
Yu Youhan lazily leaned against the headboard, her hair disheveled, her purple iris gown slightly untidy, and a layer of moist gloss coating her lips.
"Dog-like Lackey, you have some nerve to actually dare..."
Once her breath steadied somewhat, her hazy eyes regained a hint of clarity, glaring at Chen Mo with annoyance.
Although the two had shared intimate moments before, this time was different; the red band had not triggered, and it was purely an impulsive urge from within.
Moreover, kissing always carries a distinct meaning.
Isn't this usually something that only mutually affectionate couples do?
So, what exactly was her relationship with Chen Mo?
"This humble servant deserves to die, please forgive me, Empress!"
Chen Mo said with his head lowered, then shifted his tone: "But speaking of which, it was the Empress who first pushed this humble servant down, and repeatedly claimed to like this humble servant... I'm not a saint, how could I resist?"
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