Chen Mo sat lazily in front of Consort Yu, leaning on the long table before her, looking at her with a playful gaze.
Consort Yu bit her red lips lightly with her silver teeth, knowing that Chen Mo was deliberately teasing her.
But she had no choice, after all, he was stating facts.
"You... sit properly," Consort Yu said.
"Let's keep it like this, it's more comfortable for both of us," Chen Mo replied, no longer leaning sideways, but resting his entire back against the table.
Consort Yu took a deep breath, raised her hands, and gently massaged Chen Mo's shoulders.
"Lady Yu Fei, I didn't expect your skills to improve, the strength is just right," Chen Mo said with narrowed eyes.
Consort Yu didn't finish speaking, but increased the strength in her hands, as if kneading a dough.
And this, was exactly what Chen Mo hoped for, the strength now was just perfect.
