The sky gradually darkened.
Inside the room, the candlelight flickered, casting an uncertain yellow glow.
Behind the delicate silk curtains, Chen Mo leaned against the head of the bed, his muscular body sharply defined, like a sculpture.
Shen Zhixia knelt beside him, wearing only a thin brocade dudou, its strap slipping off, revealing her smooth, rounded shoulders and a glimpse of snow-white skin.
In terms of figure, although slightly slimmer than Ling Ningzhi, she was not far behind, rounded and full much like Li Yuan, maintaining a level in the top tier.
Seeing Chen Mo's positivity, Shen Zhixia's cheeks flushed a rosy red.
After a moment's thought, she turned sideways, opened the small cabinet by the bed, searched for a while, and took out a porcelain bottle from the second drawer.
"What is this?" Chen Mo asked with some curiosity.
