Xiangyang, Prince Wei's Mansion, study room.
In the sweltering heat of June, the afternoon sun was scorching, and the cicadas were chirping incessantly among the dense leaves.
The courtyard houses, with their blue bricks and black tiles, were lush like bamboo. Inside the study, Chen Mo was playfully teasing Ning Wan. Ning Wan, who had grown into herself long ago and had been shaped by Chen Mo's teaching over the years, was already attuned to Chen Mo's form.
At this moment, Chen Mo was much more spirited than he was last night when he spent time in warmth with Xiao Ya. The beauty knew how to stir Chen Mo's emotions and cooperated proactively.
The familiar sensation spread throughout her body, making Ning Wan's head feel dizzy. Her rosy and delicate face was like a ripe peach, exuding a fragrance that made Chen Mo unable to resist taking a bite.
