Chen Mo wouldn’t touch it?

It’s not that he dares not.

Even though Zhihua spoke with tears streaming down her face, what if it’s just a trick?

The saying goes, "To die under a peony flower, even as a ghost you would be flamboyant." If Chen Mo had nothing, he wouldn’t mind being a flamboyant ghost just once.

But now, he has built such a great foundation; if he were to carelessly fall at the hands of a woman, it would be too unworthy. If it were spread around, he would be ridiculed by the entire world.

"I’m not that desperate yet..."

Xiao Yunxi was facing Chen Mo as she sat on his lap, her legs spread open. Her collar was loosened a bit earlier after Chen Mo kissed it, and when Chen Mo lowered his head, he could see her slender neck and the bosom wrapped tightly by her dudou.

Because they were so full, there seemed to be signs of breaking free.

Chen Mo couldn’t help but take a deep breath, then a long exhale. The hot breath sprayed onto Xiao Yunxi’s delicate skin, raising a layer of fine goosebumps.

Chen Mo wrapped one arm around her waist, a hand still causing mischief between her legs. The skin he touched was burning, and Xiao Yunxi couldn’t help but wrap her arms around Chen Mo’s neck, her breathing light and soft.

He slightly lowered his head, pressing his lips to the borderline of her collarbone and bosom, taking a deep breath.

This kind of ambiguous, enchanting atmosphere, was incredibly wonderful, even more invigorating than battling on a battlefield.

The key is that Xiao Yunxi is that kind of mature, plump beauty, her whole body soft, and hugging her was extremely comfortable.

After a moment, Chen Mo suddenly lifted his head, smiling at Xiao Yunxi, chuckling lightly, "I remember the innate spiritual qi you absorbed isn’t Water Spiritual Qi, so why is there a flood?"

Upon hearing, shameful and irritated under Yue Ruyan’s gaze, Xiao Yunxi bit her lip and suddenly grabbed downwards.

"Hiss..." Chen Mo sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.

It’s as if his Golden Bell Shield had its Gang Gate exposed, his whole body shivered.

"My dear aunt, be gentle..." Chen Mo looked up and said.

"Serves you right for laughing at me, still want to laugh?"

Seeing Chen Mo’s flustered look, a cunning gleam flashed in Xiao Yunxi’s eyes.

"I won’t laugh anymore."

"Will you still bully me?"

"When did I bully you... hiss... won’t bully anymore." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Say ’dear aunt’ again for me to hear." Finally having the upper hand once, Xiao Yunxi started to boast.

"Dear aunt, my good dear aunt, I was wrong, I beg you to be magnanimous, and spare me." Chen Mo pleaded.

"That’s more like it." Xiao Yunxi hooked a smile on her lips, very satisfied with Chen Mo’s attitude, she let go, although she too was as if holding a hot potato just now.

Just when she was about to come down.

Chen Mo lifted her up in his arms.

The suddenly airborne Xiao Yunxi instinctively let out a scream.

"Clatter..."

Chen Mo swiftly pushed all the tea wares on the table to the ground, the porcelain falling and shattering into pieces, and the tea spilling out.

"Don’t..."

Xiao Yunxi screamed again because she was placed on the table by Chen Mo, with her two exposed snow-white calves kicking helplessly.

"Good on you, Yunxi, daring to rebel against your husband, tonight if I don’t show you some colors, you won’t know how many eyes Lord Ma has."

Chen Mo pressed down on Xiao Yunxi’s collarbone incapably of letting her get up. The next moment, with a ripping sound, a piece of her skirt was torn and thrown to the floor.

Xiao Yunxi’s face instantly turned red, she panicked wanting to get up and struggle, but Chen Mo’s large hand on her collarbone, like a mountain, made it hard for her to turn over, hearing the heavy breathing of her husband, she couldn’t help but feel regret, as if about to meet death.

"Husband, I was wrong, I was just joking with you, don’t take it seriously, sob sob..." Knowing she couldn’t resist, she immediately acted pitiful, squeezing out two tears from her eyes, looking at Chen Mo with grievance.

"Then I’ll joke with you too..."

Chen Mo gazed at Xiao Yunxi’s face, not joking, her pitiful look aroused not his desire to protect, but a stronger desire to conquer.

As if giving a knight full readiness for a charge a round of buffs.

"I’m really wrong..." Xiao Yunxi’s captivating eyes streamed over Chen Mo, her voice sandwiched with a plea, "Please spare me this time won’t you."

"No."

The moment Chen Mo’s words dropped, Xiao Yunxi felt her legs being lifted up.

The Blade of Judgment was right before her eyes.

"Sister Ru Yan, save me." Not getting forgiveness, Xiao Yunxi had to turn to Yue Ruyan who was looking out of the window for help.

But Yue Ruyan wasn’t about to be the saint here.

The saying goes, "Better you die fellow than I die." If Xiao Yunxi could defend against a few waves, her pressure later would be reduced, not suffering as much.

But if she dared to step in to stop the fire, perhaps instead of saving Xiao Yunxi, she’d get pulled into the battlefield herself.

She not only turned a blind eye but also walked to the bookshelf, taking down a book, sitting down absentmindedly reading, ears filled with Chen Mo calling Xiao Yunxi "Princess Consort."

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Xiao Ya was having dinner with her parents in their courtyard.

Even though the three branches all lived in the Xiao Family ancestral house, not all the direct lineage of the three branches ate at the same table. The family dinner two nights ago was only because of Chen Mo that they sat together.

In normal times, every small family within Xiao operated independently.

While eating, a servant reported that Duke An had returned.

Hearing this, Xiao Ya, who originally wasn’t very hungry, showed a happy expression, blurting out, "Is Brother Mo alright?"

When she realized the teasing look from her parents, she hurriedly lowered her head, blushing, and said quietly, "I... was just asking casually."

Both elders smiled and made a sound of understanding.

They saw through their precious daughter’s mind. Upon hearing the news of Chen Mo’s assassination during the day, she almost wanted to run off to Tingxuan Building to check.

Xiao Ya felt her face flush, then subconsciously raised her hand to touch the hairpin on her head, shyly.

It was still Xiao Ya’s mother who gave her way out, "Duke An has just returned, he surely hasn’t eaten yet. Xiao Ya, go call him over, and also your aunt and Miss Ru Yan. I’ll instruct the kitchen to cook some more dishes."

"Indeed, we should be the ones to invite him." Xiao Ya’s father, Xiao Yingcheng, agreed.

Previously, it was a family banquet, now it’s on behalf of Xiao Ya’s parents to invite Chen Mo.

Which means, before it was everyone, now it’s the small family.

Hearing this, the spirited, gentle, and clear eyes of Xiao Ya shined with light. She agreed promptly, stood up, and said, "Mother, Father, I’m going right now."

The girl happily headed to the courtyard where Chen Mo lived. Although she heard that Chen Mo was unharmed, she felt more at ease seeing him with her own eyes.

Moreover, she also somewhat missed... Brother Mo, a hint of shyness flashed in the girl’s eyes.