The woman named He Xinyi held her arms tightly around herself, her cheeks slightly flushed with an inexplicable sense of anticipation sparkling in her peach-blossom eyes.
Chu Mo had rarely experienced being teased like this. Generally, no matter how outstanding the girls, as long as they knew his identity, they were mostly respectful and timid in front of him, with few daring to be so bold.
Whether it was the eight top female servants of Tianxiang Garden or the ten maids of Diwangxuan, even Qin Zixuan and Zhan Bingxue, they were mostly obsequious in front of him, with no one daring to lay a finger on him.
Now suddenly faced with such an initiative woman, Chu Mo felt almost out of his depth for a moment.
Of course, that slightly quickened heartbeat wasn't a bad feeling. He breathed lightly, steadied his mind, and then spoke:
