The night was deep, and the back residence of Duke An's Mansion quieted down. In Xiao Yunxi's chamber, the lamps that were already extinguished relit, and the curtains were pulled up, releasing the stuffy scent of osmanthus flowers.
Xiao Yunxi turned over, lying on the inside. In the height of summer, after a bout of exertion, her whole body was sticky with sweat, which was very uncomfortable.
Her cheeks were moist, and she breathed erratically with narrowed eyes, not wanting to move much, but she wasn't very tired either, speaking softly, "What happened to you? You're not quite yourself tonight?"
Chu Juan, having left the stage early, lay on the outside with a flushed face. She lay on her side, her beautiful eyes tightly fixed on Chen Mo's cheeks.
Chen Mo looked at Chu Juan and pulled her into his arms with his left hand, kissing her forehead.
