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... mpress, what are you..."
Chen Mo lay on the edge of the bath, staring blankly at the scene before him.
Yu Youhan sat on top of him, her hands resting on his chest, her hair cascading down like a waterfall, her eyes misty with moisture.
She said not to let him act recklessly, yet she was so proactive herself. What had the Empress been provoked by?
Her jade-like fingers brushed across his skin, causing Chen Mo to shiver as if electrocuted. His expression showed disc ...
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