After "escaping" from the Shenxiao Temple.
Zhao Fujin leaned against a wall, her face flushed, her heart pounding like a drum at dusk, and she subconsciously touched her fragrant lips with her fingers.
Did I... did I just kiss someone?
And it was a... eunuch.
My first kiss.
Zhao Fujin's thoughts were in disarray, but there wasn't any strong sense of rejection in her heart; she only kept thinking, if only he weren't a eunuch.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."
She felt like she wouldn't get a good night's sleep tonight.
...
As for Chen Mo, he seemed to have forgotten that incident and shamelessly started the simulation.
Because he read in novels that kissing a beautiful girl should be fragrant and sweet, but Chen Mo didn't feel any sweetness...
It was just very... soft...
...
[Day Thirty: Huangfu Hao was again attacked, but thanks to your warning and ambush, you captured the assassin alive. However, the assassin bit the poison sac hidden in his mouth and committed suicide.]
