There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

"I understand, you're disgusted with me."

"Even if I was forced to resort to this desperate measure for safety, I am still nominally a concubine of the King of Han. Now that I am seducing you like this, you must think I am the kind of shameless woman who does not uphold the virtues of a wife."

Jiang Mo couldn't see Hu Meier's expression behind him, but he could hear her trembling voice, her words filled with heartbreaking bitterness and sorrow:

"It's okay, I understand."

"Who would like someone as filthy and despicable as me? I loathe myself now. It was just wishful thinking on my part that I mistook your gentleness for..."

His self-pitying words came to an abrupt end.

As her body quietly took to the air, Hu Meier's muttered thoughts, filled with a damp and heavy feeling, turned into a sudden exclamation.

With a slight twist of his waist and a gentle exertion of his arms, Jiang Mo pulled Hu Meier, who had been kneeling behind him, into his arms. He responded to the dark emotions that Hu Meier had suppressed for years in the most direct way.

A burning kiss landed on her tender lips, the intertwining of their teeth and the desire that rose within them swept away any dark thoughts that had been stirring within them.

Like a raging fire spreading across the plains, it dissipates all the unease hidden in the shadows.

Jiang Mo, who was in control of the rhythm, naturally wouldn't indulge in it as much as Hu Meier, to the point that she almost suffocated and fainted. He separated their overlapping lips at the right time, allowing Hu Meier, whose cheeks were flushed red, to catch her breath.

In the bath, the rising steam often makes it difficult to breathe.

After the deep kiss, Hu Meier had to breathe heavily to barely alleviate the dizziness caused by slight oxygen deprivation.

Her heavy breathing was accompanied by trembling chest.

The bellyband, mostly damp with steam, clung tightly to her fair and delicate skin, revealing her round and full curves almost without any cover.

The sensation of waves crashing against your chest is indescribable.

Reflected in her bright, beautiful eyes was the shimmering water of the pool beneath her. The curve of Hu Meier's eyes made her resemble a bewitching vixen, capable of bringing ruin to a country. She gently nibbled on Jiang Mo's earlobe and murmured indistinctly:

"You took it seriously? I was just joking!"

"No wonder so many women are after you. You're so easy to fool. As long as you act pitiful, I can't help but soften my heart."

She spoke jokingly, but her fingers, which had been clenched unconsciously just moments before, only loosened when Jiang Mo brazenly scattered kiss marks all over the place. Whether it was a playful teasing or an unspoken concern and test, perhaps only Hu Meier herself knew the truth.

Jiang Mo saw through it, but wouldn't say it out loud.

"You may be soft-hearted, but you're quite tough in other areas right now. Since you're the one who provoked this, are you prepared to take full responsibility?"

The yang fire became increasingly restless and uncontrollable, and the person no longer wanted to suppress it.

Jiang Mo licked Hu Meier's delicate earlobe, and loosened his arms that were tightly holding her body, letting her sink into the bath.

Even with buoyancy supporting it, it did not plummet as if falling from the sky.

Her delicate body was both tense and limp.

It resembled a glutinous rice ball, seemingly about to quietly melt into the boiling water.

Hu Meier, her cheeks burning, clung tightly to Jiang Mo's neck. Although she felt she had fully prepared herself mentally before coming, she was still too shy to look at him and whispered softly in his ear.

His tone carried a hint of fear of the unknown.

But more than anything, there was the anticipation of finally getting what they wanted.

The originally delicate ribbons became inseparable after being soaked in water, so the most primitive method was simply used.

Swaying gently, the bellyband that had been peeled off the skin floated to the surface of the water.

It adds a touch of pink to the misty bath.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Having just moved to a different environment, Nongyu was somewhat unaccustomed to the bed. After bathing, she lay on the same bed as Hu Meiren, but wasn't really sleepy. She couldn't help but think about how Jiang Mo had bathed after them.

I wonder if the hot water in the bathtub has been changed properly.

But in her hazy state, it seemed as if a curtain was covering her eyes, causing Nongyu to unknowingly fall into a dream.

Perhaps because the palace was so deserted, she did not sleep well.

The sounds around her, in particular, disturbed Nongyu's sleep, causing her to toss and turn. Finally waking from her drowsy state, Nongyu instinctively opened her eyes and looked around, but found no one else under the large bed.

What about people?

Doubts surfaced in her drowsy mind, and Nongyu subconsciously sat up and rubbed her eyes. In this situation, she couldn't possibly ask the palace maids around Consort Hu, nor did she seem to need to look for them.

Having grown up in the Purple Orchid Pavilion, she was intimately familiar with the sounds she heard.

What else could it be but a journey to ultimate bliss?

Despite having suspected it before, now that the relationship between the two was confirmed, Nongyu couldn't help but subconsciously cover her lips to avoid exclaiming.

She should have been oblivious to such commotion by now.

But at this moment, I couldn't help but feel flustered. I raised my hand to cover my ears, but I couldn't stop the chaotic thoughts churning in my mind.

As if guided by some unseen force, she tiptoed toward the direction from which the sound came.

Through the misty fog, she glimpsed the two figures intertwined, inseparable, and the sensual and stimulating scene made her eyes widen in surprise.

Chapter 20 The Tide Demoness Arrives to Catch Her Lover

As the morning sun shone on his face, Jiang Mo, who was used to working at sunrise, opened his eyes precisely on time, driven by his biological clock.

The first thing that catches the eye is Hu Meier, who is lying on her side on the couch.

Because her back was to him, large expanses of her snow-white skin were fully exposed to him through her light gauze dress.

Such as the finest brocade and silk.

Whether she was dreaming or not, her breathing was long and steady, emanating a reassuring aura. She clung tightly to Jiang Mo's arm as a pillow, her slightly arched, exquisite body outlining a bewitching, alluring curve.

The curves below her waist were full, and her legs were tightly wrapped around the bedding, which also made the already thin nightgown look naturally curved.

Perhaps because of his restless sleeping posture, his clothes looked rather disheveled.

Those two buttocks, which were almost completely covered, looked just like two plump peaches.

Delicate and charming.

What's most eye-catching are her long, slender legs, tightly wrapped in ice silk stockings that Hu Meier somehow obtained, revealing the even curves of her flesh and bones.

It shimmered with a crystal-clear jade-like color under the morning light.

Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel a dry mouth and throat again. The heat that had subsided in the bath last night was now stirring restlessly within him, making him unable to resist raising his hand to stroke her waist.

"Hmm~"

The burning sensation of the light touch on her buttocks made Hu Meier let out a soft moan. Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. Her eyes, still veiled with sleep, immediately lit up with a satisfied smile when she saw Jiang Mo sleeping beside her.

Like a lazy cat, she clung to Jiang Mo's arm, rubbing her soft cheek against him, her lips parting slightly as she murmured something indistinctly:

Good morning!

Meeting the other's eyes, which were brimming with emotion, Jiang Mo couldn't help but smile slightly. He carefully reached out and caught a strand of hair that Hu Meier had accidentally put in her mouth, gently pulling it out.

With her eyes slightly narrowed, Hu Meier, who had been tossing and turning all night, seemed to want to sleep a little longer, but she couldn't help but linger on Jiang Mo's scent.

So she loosened the blanket between her legs and wrapped it around Jiang Mo.

With her eyes still closed, she acted on her memory, intending to wrap her arms around Jiang Mo's waist, but accidentally touched that shameful, burning heat.

Even through the clothes, Hu Meier still recognized this troublesome thing.

Her already beautiful face flushed even more, making her even more charming, and she couldn't help but hold Jiang Mo's hand even tighter in her arms.

The top is warm and soft, while the bottom is smooth and silky.

Feeling the two completely different siege forces, Jiang Mo couldn't help but breathe more rapidly, but he still tried his best to control his desires and lowered his voice to remind him:

“Nongyu is still sleeping next to me.”

To be more precise, she was sleeping right next to the two of them. No matter how spacious Hu Meier's bed was, if they started making love, it would definitely wake up Nongyu who was sleeping peacefully next to her.

At first, Hu Meier, who was still a little sleepy, did not realize that Nongyu was right next to her, but after Jiang Mo reminded her, she did not give up.

On the contrary, it seemed to be more exciting.

"That's a normal physiological phenomenon."

It's normal for a young man to have abundant yang energy. Especially after obtaining the Nirvana Flame, even the slightest stimulation will cause his yang fire to stir.

Otherwise, why would they work from sunrise to sunset?

Faced with Jiang Mo's self-righteous explanation, Hu Meier pouted angrily in Nongyu's direction and said with a hint of malice:

"Now you realize how awkward it is? Why didn't you think about avoiding suspicion when you were sleeping here last night?"

Jiang Mo knew he should avoid suspicion. Lying in bed with three people, let alone Hu Meier, was not part of his original plan.

Hearing Hu Meier's preemptive accusation, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"That's because someone clung to me too tightly last night, and we couldn't separate. If I hadn't lay down here, you probably would have been sleeping on the floor too."

Hearing Jiang Mo's somewhat explicit words, Hu Meier's face became even more embarrassed.

Once you taste the sweetness, you'll crave more. Recalling the feeling of floating on clouds during their passionate encounter last night, her originally limp body couldn't help but stir again.

This was a real hardship for Nongyu, who was trying her best to pretend to be asleep.

The way things had developed was truly beyond her expectations. Originally, Nongyu had only peeked for a short while out of curiosity...

Okay, I did spy on them for a long time.

It wasn't until Jiang Mo finished cleaning up the scene and was holding Hu Meier, ready to rest, that Nongyu rushed back in a panic. She subconsciously lay down where she had been sleeping, closed her eyes tightly, and tried her best to pretend to be fast asleep and know nothing.

Normally, Jiang Mo would have been able to detect something was wrong by Nongyu's pounding heartbeat, but after struggling for a long time, he was also quite tired.

The sound of a rapid heartbeat is everywhere; there's nothing strange about it.

So, after failing to put Hu Meier down and being forced to lie on a bed with her, Jiang Mo soon fell into a deep sleep.

On the contrary, Nongyu became the only one who couldn't sleep.

Having finally made it to morning, Nongyu, who had been tense all night, was feeling somewhat conflicted because nothing had happened when she heard rustling sounds coming from behind her, and a faint, ambiguous atmosphere reached her nose.

It made her feel terrible.

But she dared not utter a sound, unsure how to face the awkward situation, and could only silently pray in her heart:

Whether it's people or events.