"Forty-six months and three days."
Upon hearing Nangong Yue's words, Chen Mo was slightly taken aback.
Meanwhile, Nangong Yue's face turned as red as blood, and she lowered her head anxiously.
Chen Mo was somewhat touched. To be able to count the days of affection with such precision, it was evident how much Nangong Yue liked him.
His heart was moved. He lifted Nangong Yue's chin and kissed her again.
This kiss was filled with deep emotion.
Nangong Yue, who had regained a bit of her strength, gradually went weak again, wrapping her arms around Chen Mo's back, responding fervently and pouring her feelings into him.
Chen Mo's hands and feet were restless, especially as Zhao Fujin had earlier stirred his desires, which hadn't completely subsided. Nangong Yue reignited the fire, causing his breath to become slightly rapid.
His hands were originally wrapped around Nangong Yue's back, then gradually moved down…
