She strode directly to the desk, picked up the memorials on it, flipped through them, and then dramatically tossed them to the floor.
"What are all these trivial matters? Do they really need to write a memorial and present them to you for such nonsense? Do these people think you're different from others, with forty hours in a day, so you have endless energy and unlimited time?"
Really!
A bunch of good-for-nothings.
And yet the Imperial Court pays them such high salaries.
Wei Shu pulled her to his side, resting his head against Su Luo's chest.
Su Luo's belly was big, and certain parts had also grown.
Now, the size was quite impressive.
Wei Shu nuzzled against it and whispered, "Luoluo, you smell like milk!"
Eunuch Fu listened with all his facial expressions locked tight, wishing he could press himself into the wall.
I hear nothing, I hear nothing.
I'm quite full, I'm quite full.
