Hearing Fujin's words, Zhao Jiangning, who was wrapped in a quilt, poked her head out and nodded lightly.
However, Zhao Fujin's words carried a hint of authority.
At the moment, Chen Mo didn't have much to do, so he listened to the two women chatting while his big hands kneaded the round hips of the two Empresses, who were both in his arms. Their relationship gave him an inexplicable sense of achievement and thrill.
Zhao Fujin let out a soft moan and lightly slapped Chen Mo, telling him to stop messing around. Yet, instead, Chen Mo captured her fragrant lips and began to taste them.
It wouldn't be many days before Zhao Fujin had to leave, and who knew how long it'd be before they'd meet again. The taste of her lips, like unripe fruit, was something he wanted to savor and remember.
Zhao Fujin had the same thoughts. After playfully scolding Chen Mo, she responded to his kiss.
