Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 83 Unexpected Kiss

The fourth quarter of the hour of the pig.

"Ugh, I can’t do it anymore, I can’t move..." After more than two hours of continuous exercise, Zhao Fujin felt as if her legs were tied with dozens of pounds of lead, heavy and powerless.

Sweat dripped from her body, and her clothes clung tightly to her skin.

Fortunately, she wasn’t wearing the thin skirts she used to, so she didn’t accidentally expose herself.

At this moment, she sat casually on the ground, hands propped behind her, completely disregarding her image as an Empress.

Although Lin Su Ya was strict, both Chen Mo and Zhao Fujin were top-tier geniuses.

Like the top students in a class, understanding complex math problems instantly and even finding other solutions without the teacher needing to explain much.

Thus, Lin Su Ya didn’t need to supervise or instruct much. Today, they had achieved the results she desired.

After saying they could return to rest early tonight.

A flick of the Duster, and she vanished.

"Does the State Preceptor seem very busy?"

Seeing Lin Su Ya’s hurried demeanor, Chen Mo asked curiously.

"Yes, Master seems very busy. When I come to Shenxiao Temple during the day, I almost never see her," Zhao Fujin said.

"So, Senior Sister, do you know why the State Preceptor is so busy?"

Zhao Fujin shook her head, looking at the sky full of stars, and said, "I’m also puzzled by this. Master’s long since stopped caring about worldly affairs and only manages matters of Ganyue. Why is she so busy..."

"Not caring about worldly affairs?" Chen Mo recalled multiple simulation scenarios—no, actually all of them—and realized that Lin Su Ya never appeared in any.

Including when he was assassinated, and Zhao Fujin’s engagement.

Sometimes Chen Mo wondered if Lin Su Ya was like Sun Wukong’s master, Patriarch Bodhi, only teaching him skills and not intervening in his other matters.

When Sun Wukong left the Three-Star Cave, Patriarch Bodhi even told him not to mention his name if he ever got into trouble in the future. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

While Chen Mo was lost in thought, Zhao Fujin, as if finally rested, stood up and brushed the hair stuck to her face behind her ears with her hand.

She completely forgot that her hands, after resting them on the ground, were covered in dirt.

Plus, her face was still wet with sweat.

With a single wipe, she instantly turned into a little dirty cat.

Chen Mo came back to his senses, looked at Zhao Fujin, and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Remembering she was the Empress, he quickly stifled his laugh.

But it was hard to suppress, so he could only point at Zhao Fujin’s face, his expression comically exaggerated.

With Chen Mo’s hints, Zhao Fujin looked at her hand, immediately realizing the situation, exclaimed, blushing: "You... you mustn’t laugh."

As she spoke, she tried to wipe it away with the back of her hand, but during training, her hand also touched the ground and got a bit dirty.

Instead of wiping it away, her face got dirtier.

Chen Mo struggled to hold back his laughter.

"Laugh, I dare you to laugh..."

Seeing Chen Mo enjoying himself, Zhao Fujin got angry, perhaps because she got along well with him and felt they could joke around, she suddenly lunged at Chen Mo.

"I dare you to laugh..."

Smearing her palm over Chen Mo’s face, Chen Mo, of course, didn’t resist Zhao Fujin, so he pretended to fight back a little, then let her do as she pleased.

What was unexpected was that Zhao Fujin deliberately grabbed some dirt from the ground, evenly spread it on her hands, to better smear it on Chen Mo’s face.

She actually pushed Chen Mo to the ground, then sat on top of him.

"I dare you to laugh, haha, now we’re the same... Wait, what are you poking me with..."

Zhao Fujin was smearing diligently, and since Chen Mo didn’t resist, she was having a good time "bullying" him. At that moment, she realized something was off, and reached down to touch under her hips.

Chen Mo’s expression changed, and he couldn’t care about anything else, quickly pushing Zhao Fujin off him and standing up.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Fujin was pushed directly to the ground, somewhat bewildered looking at Chen Mo.

Fortunately, she hadn’t experienced anything like this and because Chen Mo had the "eunuch" identity, Zhao Fujin didn’t think in that direction at all.

When Chen Mo pushed her, Zhao Fujin immediately shifted the topic, saying: "Well, you Chen Hong, how dare you push me..."

The two started to play-fight.

Zhao Fujin was kind, but in small matters, she was indeed quite willful.

For instance, if Chen Mo pushed her.

She was determined to push back.

However, having understood Zhao Fujin’s temperament, Chen Mo didn’t want to let her succeed easily.

During school, Chen Mo learned that generally, well-behaved girls liked bad boys.

Also, usually, classmates who didn’t excel academically but were lively were quite popular among the girls.

And Chen Mo was a romantic person.

He wanted to flirt with everyone a bit.

"Whack!" Chen Mo snapped off a bamboo branch and, with just the right amount of force, struck Zhao Fujin on the buttocks.

Zhao Fujin’s face turned crimson instantly, feeling something strange inside, she gritted her teeth and said: "Well, you Chen Hong, how dare you... dare to hit my... butt, watch how I punish you."

"Senior Sister, I know I was wrong, please forgive me."

Though he said that, Chen Mo had no intention of apologizing, instead jumping onto a wooden stake, with a teasing look daring her to come after him.

This made Zhao Fujin extremely annoyed, she jumped onto the wooden stake to catch and hit him.

Zhao Fujin’s strength was still a mystery to Chen Mo.

But in no time, she caught up with him.

He naturally wouldn’t sit still, True Qi swirling as he began to dodge.

"Hmph, still resisting, today I’ll show you my strength."

Zhao Fujin’s eyes glinted with interest, immediately engaging in a playful fight with Chen Mo on the stakes.

She thought it would be easy.

But unexpectedly, at every critical moment, Chen Mo seemed to predict her attack position and dodged away.

However, the disparity in strength still gave Zhao Fujin a clear advantage.

Some talents, Chen Mo found inconvenient to use, making the fight awkward.

Under Zhao Fujin’s pressing attacks, Chen Mo made a misstep, his foot not landing on a stake, causing him to stumble backward.

Zhao Fujin’s expression changed, quickly reaching to grab him.

Yet, under the pull of force, Zhao Fujin was taken down with him.

Fortunately, there were no more stakes behind him, and Chen Mo fell onto a relatively soft ground.

While Zhao Fujin fell onto Chen Mo.

Chen Mo slightly turned his head.

Their lips met.

For a moment, both froze.

Zhao Fujin’s eyes widened, her face flushed red, her heart inexplicably racing.

About five seconds passed.

They both snapped back to reality.

Zhao Fujin quickly stood up.

Chen Mo hurried to apologize: "Senior Sister, I... I didn’t mean to."

"You..." Zhao Fujin pointed her finger at Chen Mo’s nose, ultimately not saying a word, stomping her foot and running away.