"Yunxi."
"Call me Empress."
"Yunxi."
"You... you're very bold, daring to do this to me?"
"Didn't you not resist?"
"You... you dare to impersonate a eunuch?"
...
On the Phoenix Bed, Chen Mo had his arm around Xiao Yunxi's slender waist, his shoulder marked with her bite marks, her hair cascading over his shoulder, her head resting on his arm, her lips slightly pouty, and her long, narrow phoenix eyes glaring at him.
There was a playful intimacy like that of a husband and wife.
Chen Mo sensed Xiao Yunxi's psychological shift, not only chuckling but also feeling a deep sense of achievement and immense satisfaction; after all, this was the Empress he was holding tightly. He teased, "Isn't this perfect?"
Xiao Yunxi gave Chen Mo a fierce look and then bit his shoulder again, this time drawing blood.
Chen Mo bore it silently without complaint.
A moment later, Xiao Yunxi released her bite, looked up at Chen Mo, and scolded, "Were you already plotting against me?"
