Xia Zhining's delicate nose faintly hummed, her cold and alabaster face already blushing as red as the clouds at dusk. Though she bit her red lips tightly, her body's instincts still made her emit soft, airy sounds.

As a mature beauty of the older sister type, Xia Zhining, who had never been pregnant, naturally had an empty granary, and Chen Mo simply sought novelty; once the novelty faded, it all became dull.

Chen Mo raised his head to look at Zhining's watery eyes, and upon feeling closely, knew she was already moved.

He gazed at the mature beauty, raised his hand to remove her hand from her mouth, then lightly patted her leg side.

Without saying a word, but having slept together countless times, a certain tacit understanding was still present between them.

She flushed with anger, chided Chen Mo once, then obediently turned over, facing away from him.

Just as she did as usual... Chen Mo just let her lie flat.

Xia Zhining glanced back at Chen Mo, puzzled what new trick he was up to this time.

Because Xia Zhining was lying flat facing away from Chen Mo, naturally, it was difficult for him to hold her; he merely pressed his body against hers, kissing her jade-like back.

However, lying flat made Xia Zhining uncomfortable; unlike men, women have two burdens, which are pressed painfully like this.

Just as Xia Zhining propped herself on her arms, raising her upper body slightly, her delicate body trembled, E Mei slightly furrowed, and she lay back down entirely, letting out a soft whimper that made one's heart itch.

Next to them, Yue Ruyan felt a stir in her heart as the quilt wrapped around her was pulled open by Chen Mo. Originally sweating under the quilt, the coolness of the outside wrapped around her, making her feel much more comfortable.

Without waiting for her reaction, the millstone was pushed up, and moreover towards...

Although it was the time for Zhining's cultivation, Chen Mo couldn't ignore Ru Yan and first had her move her body.

Actually, once Yue Ruyan adapted, she wasn't so shy, but at this moment, her exquisite and heroic face was as red as a freshly bloomed rose, her ear lobes even appeared delicate and about to drip.

If Yue Ruyan had read Heavenly Dragon Eight Chapters, she would know this is Dali Duan Clan's unique skill.

Ru Yan's jade face slightly paused, her gaze no longer clear, turning glistening like water. Her slightly trembling voice carried some softness of a Jiangnan woman, trembling as she said, "You... stop."

Chen Mo lightly pulled Yue Ruyan's slender hand, interlocking fingers, pulling her closer, leaned into her ear, kissed her ear, and whispered, "Ru Yan, call your husband..."

"Bastard, what are you doing again?"

Before Yue Ruyan could speak, Xia Zhining shouted with dissatisfaction, her eyebrows and eyes revealing a trace of charm.

This bastard, indeed "loafing on the job."

"You too, quickly call your husband." Chen Mo no longer used the Duan clan's unique skill and slapped Zhining on the buttocks.

In the backyard, only Xia Zhining and Yue Ruyan disliked calling husband.

Yue Ruyan hadn't been here long, which was justifiable, but Xia Zhining was a bit unreasonable.

"You..." Xia Zhining's delicate heart was greatly embarrassed, slightly angered.

If earlier Chen Mo was merely loafing on the job, now he directly went on strike.

"Will you call husband, or not?" Suddenly, a young man's voice sounded in her ear.

Xia Zhining's delicate heart skipped, her brows stood upright, wanting to take initiative herself, yet this bastard seemed to anticipate, suddenly withdrawing.

She looked over her shoulder, her cold, absolutely beautiful jade face showing bits of grievance, seemingly not wanting Chen Mo to notice, turning her face aside, trying to enduringly pass through this.

But this bastard returned to the starting point, beginning to pull at her again.

"You..." Xia Zhining looked back at him again, her eyes a little red, nearly crying.

"Be good." Chen Mo moved closer, kissed those two shimmering red lips.

"Husband." After a moment, Xia Zhining could only call softly.

Chen Mo looked at Yue Ruyan.

"Husband." Yue Ruyan called resolutely, clearly not wanting to suffer like Xia Zhining.

And while Chen Mo was immersed in the gentle nest.

Inside the neighboring yard.

Nalan Yiren sat behind the desk, holding a stone rod, pounding dry flowers in a stone vessel.

Bottles and jars were neatly placed on the table.

In front of the desk was a stove, with a white pottery jar on top.

At this moment, she no longer wore the black robe, and the bottles, jars, and bamboo basket attached to her were all removed.

A dress with blue base and white flowers, looked very simple, but upon observing, the needlework was beautifully done, such craftsmanship wouldn't be found in common places, and the flowers on the skirt hem were embroidered with gold thread, subtle yet magnificent.

The half-face mask like tree bark was also taken off and placed beside her.

Willow-leaf eyebrows, fox-like eyes, lips thin and small like cherry, no makeup to embellish, and her gaze no longer gloomy.

If Chen Mo were here, he would find her face like a delicate painting, every detail perfectly fitting.

Most importantly, looking at this face, instinctively felt her young age.

Not childlike features, but "youthful."

The sole influence was her skin tone being excessively white.

It's a kind of sickly pale like a frail willow against the wind.

If others did not know she was a Third-Grade Martial Artist, just seeing her face would mistakenly think she was plagued by illness, not long for the world.

Her long black hair simply coiled into a youthful bun, and on each shoulder was coiled a brightly colored, tongue-flicking little snake.