Leng Muchen turned her yearning for Qin Yafu into deep possession, and her hands cling to his shoulders.

Don't hurt your child. She whispered in her heart.

His wildness and hegemony do not allow her to retain half of it.

He's back and she's beside him, reassuring him.

They leaned on the bed, Qin Yahuang leaned against his solid chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, she was very reassured.

Perhaps Leng Muchen was tired from flying back. His steady breathing came and he slept soundly. Qin Yahuang took his hand and put it on his stomach.

Would you like it, son? She dared not ask the exit.

So, this simple...