The sky gradually brightened.
The candlelight in one of the separate courtyards of the Copper Sparrow Garden, however, had not been extinguished all night.
Xu Ying lay flat on the bed, her hair loose, her fair legs tensed slightly as if she was exerting effort. After a long moment of stiffness, they finally relaxed powerlessly.
She looked at Chen Mo, who was looking down at her, noting the faint smile on his lips. She felt like her eyelids were wrestling against each other.
She didn't know how much time had passed; she only knew that when Chen Mo arrived, it was dark, but now it was nearly dawn, and she hadn't yet closed her eyes.
"What a brute..." she thought to herself. Compared to him, the former Emperor was as different as cloud and mud.
"Aren't you tired?" Xu Ying didn't even have the strength to hug Chen Mo.
"Empress, you are simply like honey, utterly enchanting," Chen Mo felt no fatigue, only exuberant energy.
