Actors always wanted to perform every scene well, hoping the audience would be drawn in—and better yet, cheer them on.
So this performance could be called Ninth Madam's finest moment.
Although Ninth Madam cried out miserably, she was not actually in much pain.
Chen Mo had merely struck the bend of her leg without piercing through it. The pain was unavoidable, but it would not have lasted this long.
Yet even as Ninth Madam cried out miserably, there was an indescribable hint of seduction mixed into her voice. Hearing it, one would not care much about the pain of her injury; instead, it would make one feel even more inclined to commit a crime.
Moreover, because of her position, her robe had fallen completely open, revealing her bare upper body and the lacy underwear below. Mm! Silk! Semi-transparent! Her figure was superb, her body pale and flawless. Along with her faintly vulnerable expression and the light red marks on her face from when she had fallen facedown, she looked utterly fragile, like someone begging to be protected.
She was even more alluring than when she had been lying prone just now.
The sight alone was enough to make any man turn into a wolf!
While Ninth Madam worked hard on her performance, she carefully watched Chen Mo's expression.
But in Chen Mo's eyes, she saw no desire at all. There was only indifference, as though he were looking at something utterly ordinary.
It was like looking at furniture in a room, or some decoration—an utterly calm gaze without the slightest ripple.
Could it be that she truly had nothing that attracted him?
Ninth Madam deliberately shook her body again, making her proud twin peaks heave. Any man who saw it would definitely be drawn in.
Chen Mo was briefly taken