Chen Mo was taken aback.
Turning his head, he saw Zhao Fujin holding a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.
Seeing his gaze, Zhao Fujin blushed slightly and said, "Your mouth is all greasy, and you didn't even bother to wipe it."
Chen Mo smiled knowingly and said, "Then wipe it again; it's not clean yet."
"Where?"
"Here."
...
This scene fell into the eyes of Zhao Jiangning, and it seemed like a romantic scene between a talented man and a beautiful woman.
However, thinking about Chen Mo's presence, Zhao Jiangning dismissed the thought.
She even thought that she should talk to Fujin about it later.
After all, Chen Hong is a eunuch.
She didn't want Fujin to sink deeper into this.
The gap in identity could be bridged.
But the physical defect is not so easily remedied.
...
However, today there was no time for Zhao Jiangning to talk about it.
As night fell, Zhao Jiangning had to leave the palace and return home.
Chen Mo and Zhao Fujin were headed to the Shenxiao Temple.
