I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Chapter 87: Shen Zhixia’s New Skin! Adults Can’t!

Chen Mansion.

In the courtyard, rocks were scattered artistically, creating a tranquil and elegant atmosphere. Chen Fu was humming a tune while feeding the fish by the pond.

Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind:

"Uncle Fu..."

?!

Startled, Chen Fu jerked, scattering all the fish food into the pond, causing the fish to swarm and rapidly gobble it up.

Turning around, he saw Chen Mo, who had unexpectedly appeared behind him.

"Young Master, you’re back?"

Chen Fu was momentarily stunned.

He was deeply devoted to the Alchemy Dao and his Martial Arts Cultivation was not considered very strong, but he was still a genuine Fifth-Level Pure Yang Practitioner.

Yet Chen Mo had approached him without any detection...

Looking carefully, it felt even stranger; the young master was clearly right in front of him, yet no presence could be sensed, and one would subconsciously ignore him.

"I saw the Shen Residence’s sedan outside, has Zhixia come?" Chen Mo inquired.

Chen Fu nodded, "Miss Shen is currently chatting with the Madam."

Chen Zhuo was busy with affairs, and Chen Mo was often out handling cases, leaving only He Yuzhi alone at home. Shen Zhixia frequently came to keep her company and chat.

Little Miss Shen was quite considerate; everyone in the Chen Family had a good impression of her.

"Young Master, what have you been busy with recently? You haven’t come back for several days..." Chen Fu asked curiously.

Chen Mo sighed, a tone of aged weariness in his voice: "Naturally, I’ve been busy with official duties. Since assuming the role of Hundred Household Officer, I’ve had endless responsibilities and I’m swamped with cases; how could I be as relaxed as before?"

Chen Fu gave a thumbs up, praising, "Young Master, you are truly diligent. Diligent officials like you are rare these days."

"No choice, as they say, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility..."

Chen Mo stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.

Chen Fu carefully reminded, "Young Master, you haven’t wiped off the lipstick mark on your neck."

Chen Mo: "..."

...

Laughter and cheerful voices came intermittently from inside the mansion.

He Yuzhi and Shen Zhixia were sitting on a soft couch, holding hands and chatting; one with a graceful and charming demeanor, the other pure and sweet, looking like sisters.

As for the topic of their conversation, naturally, it revolved around Chen Mo.

He Yuzhi shared all the embarrassing things Chen Mo had done in the past, while Shen Zhixia listened with a smile held in her eyes.

It seemed like a way to make up for the past ten years.

As they chatted until their mouths were dry, He Yuzhi picked up a tea cup and took a sip, then suddenly noticed something and curiously sized up Shen Zhixia.

"Zhixia, your figure seems to have improved..."

Shen Zhixia’s figure was originally quite impressive, with substantial, weighty grace.

But this time, there was a noticeable change, with a more erect and firm posture that made her Martial Robe appear quite spectacular.

As a woman, she was very sensitive to this matter, and He Yuzhi, with a naughty tone, asked:

"Did you pad something inside?"

"..."

Shen Zhixia’s cheeks turned slightly red, whispering, "No, I switched to new underwear..."

"Oh?"

He Yuzhi’s interest was immediately piqued.

"I’ve been eating too well recently, it feels like I’ve gone up a size again..."

"If this continues, the underwear will be too small again..."

"This Chen Mo, always out of sight, yet secretly developing such items... I wonder which girl he intended to give them to?"

Shen Zhixia pouted, her eyes filled with resentment.

Rustle—

At that moment, light footsteps approached from behind.

"Auntie?"

Shen Zhixia turned around, and was instantly stunned.

She saw Chen Mo standing at the door, his eyes blankly staring at her.

?!

Their eyes met, and the air suddenly became quiet.

"Isn’t this the underwear I designed? How come you..."

Chen Mo blurted out, revealing the secret.

Regaining her senses, Shen Zhixia’s face turned crimson, and she crossed her arms in front of her, both shy and anxious:

"You should close your eyes!"

"Oh."

Chen Mo covered his eyes with his hand, peeking through the gaps of his fingers.

He knew Shen Zhixia had a good figure, but he hadn’t anticipated it to be this impressive.

Her fair, smooth stomach was flat and tight, with clear abdominal muscles. Moving upward, the contours suddenly became more pronounced, the black sheer fabric making her skin appear even more delicate, the lace fabric stretched tight, causing concern that the ties might break.