She suppressed her urge to kill Mo Shisheng, composed herself, and lifted her head from Ming Qiancheng's embrace. Her alluring eyes looked at Mo Shisheng, but when her gaze fell upon Mo Shisheng's stunning face, the jealousy in her eyes couldn't help but burst forth.
This is Chenghuan Palace! It would be understandable if others didn't know what Chenghuan Palace was used for, but she was different; she knew all too well what Chenghuan Palace was used for.
This is a place the master uses specifically to pamper women. The master will not go to any woman's palace; he will only have them cleaned up and summoned to the Chenghuan Palace.
There's only one possibility for the woman who appears here: she's pleasing Ming Qiancheng!
Mo Shisheng ignored her fiery gaze, leaning lazily against the bedside with a thin blanket covering her. Although her face was pale, it did not diminish her stunning beauty.
Mo Shisheng's gaze slowly fell on her. "Your butt is really white."
Ming Qiancheng: "..."
She thought Mo Shisheng had gone mad, how could he say such a thing to her?
If she had heard those words just now, Mo Shisheng's thoughtful remark left her speechless for quite some time.
She had never met a girl who spoke so bluntly!
She saw Mo Shisheng's amorous peach blossom eyes glance lightly at her chest, his gaze unwavering, staring openly at her breasts. Her face inexplicably flushed slightly. When she saw Mo Shisheng's body covered by the blanket, and the thought that this woman might have just been pleasured by her master, her expression turned cold again.
Her expression clearly showed anger, which Mo Shisheng couldn't possibly miss. He explained softly, "I'm injured."
"Injuried?"
Upon hearing this, she glanced at Mo Shisheng's snow-white left arm, which was exposed outside the blanket. It was bandaged and there were faint traces of blood seeping through.
I'm really hurt...
When the master saw that Mo Shisheng was actually chatting with him, and that her gaze was lingering on his chest without any attempt to hide it, he stood up straight with a cold expression, his clothes hanging loosely on his body without him even bothering to straighten them.
Finally, without even glancing at Mo Shisheng behind him, he turned to leave. As he approached the door, the girl's voice carried a natural softness, unlike her deliberate attempts at coquetry.
Mo Shisheng said, "You finished it so quickly? You're not good enough."
"..."
She could tell her master was very angry; the veins on his forehead were throbbing violently. He clenched his fists, but Ying restrained herself from rushing up and strangling the damned girl.
Even after the master left, the air inside Chenghuan Palace still carried the lingering scent of love and longing.
She leaned against the screen, her body fully exposed to the air. She didn't bother to adjust herself, and seeing Mo Shisheng looking her over, she simply let him see her without any hesitation.
That was the first time she had ever seen women outside a brothel so bold—no, much bolder than the women in the brothel themselves.
Mo Shisheng's gaze was staring at her so openly, yet she didn't feel that intense hostility towards him.
She had fantasized that if she were to encounter her master's other women one day, given her personality, she would definitely go up to them and tear their faces apart, causing them to bleed profusely.
But this time she didn't do that.
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