The night was deep.
In Yang Qingqing's room.
Chen Mo reached out, gently stroking Yang Qingqing's delicate face, and said, "Come, help this Prince tidy up, and then we can rest."
Yang Qingqing was taken aback, clearly not understanding Chen Mo's words, but after seeing Chen Mo's eye gesture, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, her phoenix eyes filled with shame and urgency, and she whispered, "No...that's not right."
"Hm?!" Chen Mo glanced at Yang Qingqing, and then his voice softened, placing his hand on her head, gently pushing it downward: "Be good, obey."
Though his voice was gentle, the tone was commanding and brooked no refusal.
Upon hearing, Yang Qingqing's rosy face changed slightly, her watery eyes revealed anger, and she trembled as she spoke, "You're...going too far, aren't you?"
After all, she was the legitimate daughter of the Yang Family, not a girl from a brothel, how could she do such a degrading thing?
