At this moment, Sun Zhe was already a bit muddled, his Yang Qi restless, and he didn't care much about anything else.
He used one hand to press the exquisite Empress Consort's lower back with force, making the Empress Consort support herself on the edge of the stove with her arms.
"Little Zhe, be good, don't do this... Mm mm..."
Xia Shiqing gripped the spatula tightly, her fingers trembling and turning white, her brows furrowing as she said with difficulty, "Please be good, okay?"
However, Sun Zhe ignored her, now lowered his body, palm facing up with fingers closed, and reached toward the lush valley.
"Why aren't you wearing anything inside?"
Xia Shiqing's delicate body trembled; her waist and hips tightened involuntarily. She bit the corner of her lip, trying hard to keep her tone calm: "Leave it. Don't mess around, I still need to cook."
Sun Zhe was oblivious, by now his hand was wet, feeling that there were already sprouts and a gentle hot spring flowing into his palm.
