Weiyang Palace.
The candlelight was orange, spreading across the entire hall, casting several silhouettes on the landscape screen not far from the Phoenix Bed.
After Chen Mo pulled Zhao Yushu out of the bed, he instinctively took a breath of cold air, then turned his gaze to the flawlessly carved ivory-like body beneath him, his eyes slightly narrowing.
Surprisingly, Xu Ying was already attending...
Zhao Yushu’s eyes widened, her face flushed crimson, and she hurriedly raised her hand to cover her eyes, worried that looking longer would make her eyes sore.
Liang Ji also looked astonished. Although she had done this kind of thing before, it was because Chen Mo had compelled her, not voluntarily.
But Xu Ying, she was doing it entirely out of her own will now.
The most crucial point was that Chen Mo had just tangled with her and Wu Mi.
"...How shameless." Liang Ji’s face turned red, and she couldn’t help but spit.
Chen Mo sat up slightly, gently brushing a lock of Xu Ying’s hair that hung near her ear. Under the candlelight, the two agate earrings on her delicate earlobes glistened.
Seemingly aware of Chen Mo’s gaze, she slightly raised her eyes, flicked her long hair with a hand, and cast a look at Chen Mo as if sending him an electric charge. The strands fell against her snow-white shoulders, partially veiling her rosy, plump cheeks.
Chen Mo immediately felt a rush of blood surging.
To say, among all of Chen Mo’s women, Xu Ying wasn’t the most beautiful.
Nor did she have the best figure.
Yet she was the most uninhibited.
No need for Chen Mo to lead, she knew exactly what to do.
Although Zhao Yushu was covering her eyes, a thought harbored in her heart, subtly urging her to peek. A slight gap opened between her middle and index finger, and she sneaked a glance, making her already crimson face blush more charmingly like a spring flower.
At that moment, she suddenly saw a large hand reaching for her. She quickly closed her eyes, tightly clasping her fingers, her heart racing.
Soon, she felt herself being pulled into an embrace, the hands covering her eyes taken away, and a magnetic voice echoed in her ears.
"Yushu..."
Zhao Yushu’s eyes suddenly flickered open.
At that instant, she saw the young man’s lips approaching, his scorching masculine breath making her heart skip a beat.
However, Zhao Yushu always seemed to be one to accept whatever happens; she let Chen Mo kiss her. Soon, a layer of enchanting and magical aura spread across her cheeks.
Just as Zhao Yushu was about to immerse herself in Chen Mo’s passionate kiss, closing her eyes again, she was suddenly pushed away.
Zhao Yushu opened her eyes and sat up, completely bewildered.
Until a heavenly voice tickled her ear.
She bewilderedly looked over.
She saw Xu Ying holding on tightly to Chen Mo’s back, the latter already sitting up. Xu Ying was cradled in Chen Mo’s arms, and they were affectionately embracing.
Zhao Yushu realized that it was Xu Ying who had pushed her away earlier.
Although in such matters, Zhao Yushu had no intention of competing, Xu Ying’s act of pushing her away during a heated kiss left Zhao Yushu deeply resentful.
Her crimson cheeks were aglow with a hint of aggrieved annoyance.
But her temperament prevented her from retaliating; she could only sulk silently as she watched the two of them.
Though Zhao Yushu could endure, someone else could not.
Liang Ji had previously given up resisting, allowing Chen Mo to bully her, and was simply waiting for a chance.
And the chance was now here.
Now, this sly vixen had nowhere to hide, right?
No one was there to protect her now, either.
"Yushu, I’ll avenge you." Liang Ji, under the guise of seeking revenge for Zhao Yushu, crawled out of the bed.
She climbed to the front of the two and slapped Xu Ying’s cheek.
"Slap..."
A crisp sound echoed in the hall. Although Liang Ji didn’t employ her Innate Spiritual Qi, she didn’t hold back, exerting the maximum strength her physical body could muster.
Xu Ying "hissed," drawing a sharp breath, her E Mei furrowing tightly. If she hadn’t been held by Chen Mo, she might have bounced right up, her face flushed in crimson red.
Zhao Yushu’s mouth gaped wide-open in shock, taken aback by it.
Before Zhao Yushu could regain her composure, Liang Ji raised her hand, preparing to slap again.
Tears welled up in Xu Ying’s eyes, revealing that Liang Ji bore no friendliness toward her.
"I’m going to fight you..."
Xu Ying became infuriated, declaring, and she attempted to turn and pounce towards Liang Ji, releasing her hold on Chen Mo.
However, Chen Mo clutched her tightly, opting not to say much else. He gazed at the beautiful lady carrying a hint of curiosity, feeling a sudden surge of inexplicable emotions within himself.
When Liang Ji had struck Xu Ying earlier, the latter’s body had suddenly tensed, making it hard for him to maintain control.
Liang Ji, on the other hand, thought Chen Mo had finally ceased to shield this cunning vixen, now assisting her, a smug smile blooming on her face: "Fight me? You need to have the strength for that. I’ll let you a hand, and you’d still not be my match."
The disparity in strength gave Liang Ji such confidence.
And she intended to continue teaching Xu Ying a lesson.
But this time, just as she raised her hand, Chen Mo grabbed her, saying, "Oyo, no more quarrels. You’ve got your revenge already."
Chen Mo certainly couldn’t be overly partial towards anyone.
He kissed away the tears at the corner of Xu Ying’s eyes, gently pinched her soft, smooth cheek, and softly said, "Are you alright?"
Though it surely hurt.
But Liang Ji didn’t employ the Innate Spiritual Qi, so it was merely superficial damage, insignificant to someone like Xu Ying, a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist.
Yet Xu Ying let out a giggle, tearfully began to sob lightly, burying her dainty head on Chen Mo’s shoulder, displaying a delicate, tear-stained look of pity, gently sighing, "Your Majesty, it hurts. But don’t blame sister; it’s all my fault; I brought this upon myself."