The night was slightly cool.
Under the moonlight, the man lifted the woman's sharp chin with his right hand, his gaze intense, as he slowly leaned toward the stunning beauty in front of him.
Zhao Fujin looked at the incredibly handsome man before her and felt a bit breathless, her heart pounding like a deer in the headlights, she was frozen in place, not knowing what to do.
As Chen Mo got closer, Zhao Fujin's delicate beauty turned blood-red in an instant. She raised her hand to block Chen Mo's lips, trembling as she said, "No... no way."
But in the next moment, her fingers were taken in by Chen Mo...
Making her feel immensely ashamed.
Just as she was about to retreat, her waist was suddenly wrapped in his embrace, their faces extremely close, as he chuckled softly, "Sister, it's not the first time we've kissed, why are you still so shy?"
Zhao Fujin's eyes widened, filled with shame and anger. Chen Hong was the boldest eunuch she had ever met.
