After everyone left, Yu Youhan collapsed powerlessly onto the small bed, her breathing rapid, her breath fragrant as orchids, and the moisture in her eyes almost overflowing.
Actually, when she was "fighting" with the Empress earlier, she couldn't hold it together. Fortunately, the chaos of the situation meant the Empress didn't notice... Now her wrist still burns, and the continuous tingling still shocks her nerves.
"This is maddening..."
Yu Youhan's eyes were full of shame and rage, "Chen Mo, just you wait!"
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Tianlan Mountain.
The bedroom was filled with an enticing fragrance.
Ji Hongxiu's cheeks flushed, her Daoist robe disheveled, revealing a smooth, fragrant shoulder, her hands pressed against Chen Mo's chest, her brows gently furrowed.
She thought with her past experiences, she could manage a draw, but underestimated the power of dragon blood. Even though Chen Mo was unconscious, she found it hard to handle.
"What am I going to do in the future?"
