Lin Yun considered himself to be friends with Zhao Lingyu, at least that's what he thought.
He also immediately realized that Consort Shu was neither Zhao Lingyu's mother nor her sister; any person with common sense would dismiss the option of her being a sister, unless the Emperor was really that reckless in his pursuits.
As the mother of a friend, Lin Yun certainly couldn't disrespect Consort Shu.
So, he adhered to the principle of "look but don't touch."
But it was just Da Bai, nothing extraordinary.
Just a shoulder squeeze, and her skin was a bit smooth, no big deal!
Lin Yun closed his eyes, unbothered by distractions.
It's not that he lacked self-control, he was simply a well-mannered young man.
Seeing Lin Yun tightly shutting his eyes, Consort Shu found it even more amusing and pulled his hand down a little further, saying, "Don't just massage one spot, rub here too."
Lin Yun: "..."
Lady, I'm about to call the police if you keep this up.
