Yan Wu, “...No!”

He quickly realized, "You mean...you still like me?"

Yan Chaoxi kissed him on the corner of his mouth, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said gently, "What do you think?"

Yan Wu's low spirits vanished instantly, and he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her moist lips repeatedly.

"Princess... Little Princess..."

"Um?"

I like you too.

As Yan Chaoxi received his kiss, she used her delicate fingertips to play with his Adam's apple, which was bobbing up and down, and soft moans escaped from where their lips met.

"Hmm..."

Both were deeply moved, and Yan Chaoxi was almost out of her mind from being aroused. But at the last moment, Yan Wu stepped back.

Yan Chaoxi stared at him with her misty eyes, puzzled. Her slightly swollen, rosy lips parted as she breathed heavily, looking alluring in the quiet room.

Yan Wu was in no better shape; he was so hot he felt like he was about to explode, but he managed to control himself. "No, what if I hurt the baby?"

Yan Chaoxi, “…” Then why did you come to flirt with her!

Yan Wu said he wouldn't touch her, and he took a cold shower to calm down before falling asleep in Yan Chaoxi's arms.

In the days that followed, Yan Chaoxi noticed that whenever it came to matters concerning her, Yan Wu was always anxious and insecure, often imagining herself making herself miserable.

Finally, one day, when the imperial physician was taking her pulse, she told him about Yan Wu's recent symptoms and casually asked him a question.

The imperial physician pondered for a moment, "Indeed, this situation exists. When a wife is pregnant, some men become too nervous, which can lead to mood swings and even morning sickness."

Yan Chaoxi, “…” If she remembered correctly, Yan Wu threw up once this morning, right?