In a quaint, traditional room.
The competition has reached its most intense moment.
Su Mengyan sat on Chen Mo's lap, facing him, her face flushed, hair disheveled, her entire body leaning back; if not for Chen Mo holding her waist, she would have fallen.
Su Mengyan sang openly, allowing Chen Mo and Zuoqiu Yiren to listen to her beautiful and rhythmic singing.
In her singing, she poured her emotions and expressed them through facial expressions and body language.
Chen Mo listened intently, his hand sliding slowly from Su Mengyan's lower back to her hips, gently kneading.
Chen Mo noticed the breathing by his ear getting heavier, his face reddened a bit, then Su Mengyan lifted her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and then, with a slight force, pressed him under her, boldly nibbling.
Feeling Chen Mo's eyes almost burning with passion, Su Mengyan's red lips curved into a smile, her eyes containing a message, this was exactly what she wanted to see.
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