The embroidered clothing fluttered as the figure suddenly vanished.
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...
Government office.
Inner residence, bedroom.
The embroidered bed was in disarray, the air filled with a complex scent, both the rich fragrance of blooming osmanthus and a cold, refreshing sea breeze.
Chen Mo held the Seven Emotions Whip in his hand, looking at the two charming figures before him, and couldn't help but swallow.
"Seems like we played a bit too hard..."
The Empress was curled up in a ball, with dried tear stains at the corners of her eyes, faint red whip marks visible on her white, full moon-like skin.
Chen Mo swore to the heavens he didn't use much force, but the Empress's skin was simply too delicate, making it seem as though it had been damaged.
In fact, it was indeed damaged...
