Chen Mo blinked, "Is Her Majesty the Empress concerned about ?"
Yu Youhan looked away coldly, "Don't flatter yourself, I just happened to be passing by. Seeing you in good spirits indulging in whims, there's no need for to feel out of sorts. I'll be leaving soon... um..."
Before the words were finished, a pair of large hands cupped her delicate cheeks, and the cherry lips were sealed.
A blush crept from her cheeks to her ears, sapping her strength bit by bit. All the dissatisfaction accumulated over recent days was forgotten, as she placed her hands on his shoulders, craned her slender neck, allowing him to take whatever he wished.
Who knows how long it lasted before Chen Mo released her.
Yu Youhan's eyes were veiled with mist, her chest heaving, weakly leaning against his embrace.
"Can you stay?" Chen Mo asked earnestly.
"I can't." Yu Youhan shook her head, "I still have to go."
Perhaps unwilling to see him disappointed, Yu Youhan raised her head, gently bit his earlobe, her breath fragrant as orchids, "However, I can wait until morning to leave..."
Chen Mo glanced outside the window, noticing the eastern sky was tinged with rosy hues, the ti for them to be together was running short.
A mont of spring night is worth a thousand gold, he didn't want to waste a single second, reached out to gently lift her by the waist, and strode towards the bed.
The candlelight flickered, shadows intertwined.
The thin gauze drapes fell softly, Yu Youhan lazily leaned against the bedhead, her skirt pulled up, revealing a pair of snow-white, slender jade-like legs, her tender bare feet slightly curled, looking extrely adorable.
Chen Mo held the arch of her foot with extre tenderness, as if playing with a rare treasure.
As his fingertips caressed upward along her calf, the delicate skin gently indented, faintly revealing a pink blush.
Yu Youhan's cheeks grew even more flushed, whispered, "Tie ."
?
Chen Mo didn't imdiately respond, puzzled, "What did Her Majesty say?"
"If I'm not mistaken, you should have a way to actively trigger the red silk, right?" Yu Youhan's eyes glittered, speaking softly, "In less than two hours, the sky will brighten. This is ti ant for just you and ..."
"This ti, I want you to tie up."
With that, she sat up and untied the sash at her waist.
The long dress fell away, revealing a flawless jade-like figure, the exquisite curve beneath her collarbone proud, her waist narrowing to the extre, resembling a slender willow swaying in the wind.
Further down, a hint of white lace was glimpsed...
Chen Mo's throat moved, his heart began to race uncontrollably.
This was the first ti Her Majesty had actively made such a request, naturally he wouldn't refuse. His gaze fell on the red mark on her wrist, his mind slowly imrsed within, and a ribbon of red silk, composed of countless red glimring dust, appeared inexplicably.
One end tied to her wrist, the other held by him.
He tentatively pulled it—
Swoosh!
The red silk swiftly spread over Yu Youhan's body.
Yet, she seed to unintentionally change her posture, turned around with her back to Chen Mo, lowered her waist, knelt on the bed, and was promptly tied tightly.
The curvature like a full moon was just facing him, the thin fabric scarcely able to completely cover...
Wait, this posture...
Before Chen Mo could react, a white porcelain vial fell out from sowhere, rolled to his feet.
"What's this?"
He reached out to pick it up, opened the stopper, a fragrance of roses enveloped him.
It was the half-bottle of essential oil used back when he massaged Her Majesty, unexpectedly she had carried it all along?
Yu Youhan's cheeks were buried in the pillow, her ears red as if translucent, trembled as she spoke, "I only asked you to tie , not to fool around. You must gauge yourself properly... especially the things you did to that small hundred households cannot happen to !"
"..."
Could the hint be any clearer?
If Chen Mo still couldn't grasp the subtext, then all these years would have been wasted!
An hour later, a suppressed whimper sounded:
"Um... I already said, not like this... Dog-like lackey, are you treating my words as re whispers?"
"Your Majesty, I truly like you a lot!"
"Do-don't use that kind of approach... today is just an accident, and the last ti..."
"Your Majesty is shedding tears, let wipe them for you..."
"Don't touch indiscriminately!"
...
...
The sky grew light, dawn was breaking.
Her Majesty eventually left, only leaving behind a room full of sweet-scented osmanthus-like fragrance.
Chen Mo sat by the window, gazing at the gradually fading night sky, still feeling as if in a dream-like trance.
Even though he had planned this in the past and had attempted to discuss with Her Majesty, he never held any real hope in his heart. Didn't expect Her Majesty to actively let him...
If not for the porcelain bottle still in his hand, he would have suspected it was all just an illusion!
"As expected of Her Majesty, she surpasses even Saintess Gu, extraordinarily so!"
"It must be Yuan'er who provoked her; otherwise, amidst the heated mont, why did she keep asking whether I liked her or Li Yuan more..."
"But co to think of it, Her Majesty's adaptability seems too swift, and this feeling is oddly familiar, like the previous night... It couldn't be, right?"
Unable to comprehend, Chen Mo simply decided not to contemplate further.
No matter what, his relationship with Her Majesty had deepened.
Though Her Majesty repeatedly emphasized this was the last ti, but with his experience, the last ti is always the next ti...
Seeing the day had broken, Chen Mo changed his clothes, got up, and left the bedroom.
Others also erged from their rooms, gathering on the deck.
Li Yuan staggered slightly, her mind hazy, feeling as if struck by a heavy blow.
She approached Chen Mo, whispered, "Lord, what happened last night, why do I not rember again..."
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