Days flew by in the blink of an eye.
In a room filled with the aroma of medicine, the languidly charming Zhao Lingyin sat before a water light mirror conjured by a spell. Shen Mo, dressed in plain clothes, stood behind her, combing her waterfall-like black hair. Truly, what a beauty she was, with vibrant makeup and a golden hairpin adorning her high, side-swept chignon!
"These past few days, with constant wind and rain outside, you've been preoccupied with me. Aren't you worried about gossiping tongues?" Zhao Lingyin turned her face slightly, gently stroking the back of Shen Mo's hand, her expression a mix of playful reproach and delight.
Shen Mo put down the comb, bent over, and pecked her on the cheek. He smiled and replied, "I've done everything that needed to be done. Moreover, given my current strength and status, even if I were utterly captivated by your beauty, who would dare to criticize me?"
