"Han Mo, to get me pregnant, you actually used evil techniques and a vile Dharmic Treasure! To be so unscrupulous—is there anyone in this world more shameless than you?"
Perhaps it was the increased blood flow from her agitation, or perhaps the medicinal effect had finally taken hold, but Su Mengyao found that her body seemed to have recovered slightly, enough, at least, to speak. And so, a fierce rebuke slipped out.
At that moment, Han Mo’s fingers had already drifted from her smooth, delicate thigh down to her calf. After rubbing the ointment in thoroughly, he gave her calf a light pat and lifted her foot. It was a dainty, jade-like foot, small and exquisite, easily cupped in the palm of a hand. Her crystal-clear toes were still beaded with a light sweat, glowing with a dreamlike luster in the candlelight.
Chapter 30