Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 231 - 230 my mother left for me

The night was slightly cool.

Under the moonlight, the man lifted the woman's sharp chin with his right hand, his gaze intense, as he slowly leaned toward the stunning beauty in front of him.

Zhao Fujin looked at the incredibly handsome man before her and felt a bit breathless, her heart pounding like a deer in the headlights, she was frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

As Chen Mo got closer, Zhao Fujin's delicate beauty turned blood-red in an instant. She raised her hand to block Chen Mo's lips, trembling as she said, "No... no way."

But in the next moment, her fingers were taken in by Chen Mo...

Making her feel immensely ashamed.

Just as she was about to retreat, her waist was suddenly wrapped in his embrace, their faces extremely close, as he chuckled softly, "Sister, it's not the first time we've kissed, why are you still so shy?"

Zhao Fujin's eyes widened, filled with shame and anger. Chen Hong was the boldest eunuch she had ever met.

How dared he take such liberties with her.

Yet, she didn't have much resistance.

She blushed furiously, saying, "I... I'm not yours, why should... you kiss me just because you want to..."

"Ah? Was I too forward..."

Chen Mo pretended to release Zhao Fujin and said, "Your Highness, I apologize for the offense."

"???

Zhao Fujin was bewildered, her chest heaving, growing angrier and angrier, then she bit her lip and stomped hard on Chen Mo's foot, tears welling up in her eyes, angrily saying, "I never want to see you again."

With that, she turned to leave.

But just then, her hand was grabbed by Chen Mo, and as she was about to shake it off, Chen Mo pulled her into his arms, Zhao Fujin suddenly fell into Chen Mo's embrace, held tightly.

"Let me go, you... sob sob..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Fujin's tears fell from the corners of her eyes, her red lips completely captured by Chen Mo's peck.

Zhao Fujin's body suddenly tensed, tears gathering in her eyes, after Chen Mo released her hands, she didn't know where to put them.

But recalling his previous words, she started hitting Chen Mo's body, resisting physically.

At this moment, however, Chen Mo's gaze softened suddenly, holding Zhao Fujin by her lower back, his large hand pressing and kneading her bottom.

Zhao Fujin's defenses totally collapsed, and having already had a fondness for Chen Mo, with her defenses broken, she stopped resisting, her gaze gradually becoming unfocused, and after a moment, she even voluntarily embraced Chen Mo.

Until...

After embracing for a moment, Chen Mo released Zhao Fujin suddenly, who took the opportunity to push Chen Mo a bit away, her face flushed so hot it could fry an egg. Looking at Chen Mo's puzzled expression, she bashfully said, "Where are you putting your hand..."

His hand taking advantage of her bottom was one thing.

But to reach inside her skirt...

If she could, Zhao Fujin would have bitten him a few times.

Chen Mo was also a bit awkward, this was an involuntary action, driven by deep emotions. He immediately said, "Uh... Sister, I'm sorry, a habit... not, not..."

"What did you say?!"

"Oh no."

Sure enough, Zhao Fujin instantly exploded, wishing she could destroy the world at this moment.

Never having received a confession from Chen Mo, she was kissed by him so many times.

Without name or status.

And now hearing him say it was a habit.

Doesn't that mean he has kissed many other women?

What does that make her?

Originally restrained tears filled her eyes again: "Chen Hong, you... you explain to me, what habit, who else have you kissed? Is it Sister?"

Thinking it over, Zhao Fujin could only imagine that Zhao Jiangning had close contact with Chen Mo.

After speaking, Zhao Fujin looked around, seemingly trying to find something handy, as if she intended to kill Chen Mo.

Chen Mo quickly stopped her, saying, "Sister, don't misunderstand, I was referring to having kissed you a few times before, it's that habit forming.

And how could I possibly... with Prince De Ning, when I was treating her, weren't you there? I had no opportunity, nor did I dare, no... Anyway, it's absolutely impossible."

But Chen Mo's explanation was taken as guilt by Zhao Fujin, who showed disbelief and, angry, she grabbed and shook Chen Mo's arms, demanding he explain.

Originally, Chen Mo planned to cajole her gently, but somehow, an inexplicable flash of anger arose. He flung her hands away, saying, "If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do, let's not meet again."

With that, Chen Mo intended to leave.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fujin's tears instantly stopped, her eyes widened.

She never expected Chen Mo to say such things, to act so rudely toward her.

Which made Zhao Fujin feel immensely wronged. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Not to mention kissing her without consent.

Now she just wanted clarity, and he treated her this way.

Zhao Fujin felt she had been mistaken in giving her heart.

Watching Chen Mo's retreating figure, she shouted, "Chen Hong, you bastard, stop... sob sob..."

"You can't treat me like this... sob sob..."

Chen Mo's figure stopped at this moment and turned around, saying, "Will you trust me then?"

Seeing Zhao Fujin hesitate.

Chen Mo said, "Seems you still don't want to trust me, then forget it."

Seeing Chen Mo about to leave again, Zhao Fujin, incredibly wronged, chased after him, grabbing him, saying, "You... stop, don't go."

"Since Your Highness doesn't trust and is so angry, why should I stay? I don't want to be an eyesore to you," Chen Mo said.

Tears rolled around, Zhao Fujin wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, her grievance was apparent, saying, "Then swear, as long as you swear, I'll trust you."

"Does our relationship need me to swear for you to trust me? Ultimately, the feelings have faded, I'm leaving."

"You..." Seeing Chen Mo unwilling even to swear, Zhao Fujin's heart broke.

But Chen Mo was the first man to enter her heart, she didn't want to give him up.

With both hands, she tightly hugged Chen Mo's waist, saying, "I trust you, I trust you, isn't that enough? Don't go."

"Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Chen Mo turned around, gazing intently into Zhao Fujin's eyes.

Zhao Fujin's nose sniffled, feeling Chen Mo's burning gaze, her pretty face turned red again, then she closed her eyes and lifted her head, pouting her lips.

The next moment.

Their lips met.

Under the moonlight, they embraced each other deeply.

Until Zhao Fujin was nearly out of breath, he finally released her.

Zhao Fujin looked at him with dazed eyes, still feeling a bit wronged inside.

Until...

Chen Mo, from somewhere, produced a hairpin, placing it in Zhao Fujin's hair.

He had bought a hairpin before to give to Zhao Fujin but had never given it, waiting for the right moment.

Now the time was right.

And this hairpin was dozens of times better than what he bought before.

Chen Mo stared into Zhao Fujin's eyes: "Sister, this is something my mother left me before she passed, saying to give it to her future daughter-in-law..."