The faint fragrance on his breath made him a bit short of breath, yet even so, the Crown Prince was asking with utmost restraint.
"The physician said you almost had a miscarriage these past few days and told me to be patient."
Yan Wanqing was amused.
What physician, it was clearly Xiaoliu.
She could vaguely remember the scene where Xiaoliu pulled Xiao Pingfeng aside to talk alone.
She hadn't expected that this was what they'd discussed.
Her cheeks couldn't help but flush with a touch of shyness.
"...Then, when should we sleep?"
"Are you tired?"
"A little."
Hearing her tender voice, the Crown Prince scooped her up around the waist and headed towards the bed.
The ice in the room was still doing its job lowering the temperature, but somehow, his lordship felt like he was about to explode with heat.
After placing her on the bed, he stood up, only to have his robe tugged at by a delicate, tender hand.
"Wanwan?" His dark eyes were filled with confusion.
