"I'm getting too old for this kind of excitement..."
...
...
Chen Mo walked through the courtyard and arrived at the East Wing.
Just as he reached the bedroom door, he suddenly sensed something. After perceiving it for a moment, his expression became quite peculiar.
"What's this..."
He quietly pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Behind the screen, Ling Ningzhi was wearing a plain white outfit with the word "Prisoner" written prominently in the middle.
A piece of hemp rope went across her chest, armpits, and between her legs, tying her up entirely, accentuating her already voluptuous figure.
Shen Zhixia was dressed in the same manner.
A gag was in her mouth, and shackles adorned her hands and feet, firmly locking her onto the bed.
Moreover, this "prisoner's outfit" was meticulously designed, deliberately aged with ink and rouge, and had whip-like marks on the waist and back, revealing the fair and delicate skin beneath.
