"Ouch, my dear little Empress-wife, you've gotten so thin recently, even holding you feels lighter; it's not good. I've waited for you, just waited for this evening when we can properly communicate and express my tiny bit of apology."
The little Emperor glanced disdainfully at the Dragon Couch and thought to himself that this rascal was indeed enthusiastic about women; a playboy through and through, all slick talk and slicker deeds.
Then he touched his abdomen, hoping that if the baby born is a Prince, he wouldn't be as flirtatious as his father.
Half an hour later, Lin Yi finally emerged from the land of tenderness.
He felt refreshingly clean and quickly went to the little Emperor's side.
"My sweet dear, let me carry you back to bed to rest; it's chilly at night."
Before the little Emperor could agree, Lin Yi had already lifted him into his arms.
Looking at Lin Yi, all sweaty, the little Emperor stroked his cheeks with compassion.
