After Xie Qinglan and Cui Zichen left, Shen Youying returned to Tingmei Pavilion with Xue Shen.
Although it was a sunny day, it was still cold. After the sun set, even the blue brick ground was covered with a thin layer of ice. Xue Shen was afraid she would slip and fall, so he not only held her hand, but if there weren't other servants nearby, he would have preferred to give the wheelchair to Shen Youying.
His tense and cautious state has continued since the day he learned that Shen Youying was pregnant. Shen Youying found it both funny and annoying, and said, "I'm not a glass doll that will break at the slightest touch."
Xue Shen frowned, displeased: "Don't talk nonsense."
He sized up Shen Youying and said slowly, "Zhao Zhao thinks I'm controlling you?"
These were clearly the words Xie Qinglan had just said. Shen Youying glared at him and said, "Why are you eavesdropping?"
Xue Shen looked innocent: "Miss Xie was speaking too loudly. My hearing is too good. How could it be considered eavesdropping?"
Shen Youying looked helpless, squeezed his hand, and slowly walked back: "I just think you're too nervous."
Xue Shen stopped his wheelchair, dismissed the servants, pulled her into his arms, gently pressed his face against her abdomen, and said in a low voice, "This is our first child."
Shen Youying's eyes softened as she understood what this child meant to her, and she said softly, "Yes, it will be born safely and grow up well."
Xue Shen pulled her into his arms, pecking at her hair and cheeks, finally pressing his lips to hers, gently and slowly caressing her, a muffled sigh escaping between their lips: "How can I not be nervous being a father for the first time?"
Shen Youying sensed his unease and recalled the Qin King who used to be decisive and ruthless, but now wished he could hold her in the palm of his hand. She felt a soft flutter in her heart and took the initiative to climb up his neck and kiss him.
Xue Shen's movements were restrained and careful, but the two had already experienced countless intimate moments together, and even with some restraint, they were still moved.
He pushed her away with restraint, pressed Shen Youying to his chest, and said in a hoarse voice, trying to hold his breath, "Zhaozhao, stop fooling around."
Shen Youying had also fallen in love. She found that since becoming pregnant, her body had become more sensitive, and certain unspeakable desires were more easily aroused.
She hid her flushed and burning face in Xue Shen's arms. Although they both wanted it, they could only bite their lips and endure the unbearable heat because of the doctor's instructions.
The two embraced quietly for a while until the surge of emotion subsided slightly, and then Shen Youying lowered her eyes and got up from his lap.
It would have been better if she hadn't gotten up. As soon as she stood up, she saw a small patch of water stain on the dark hem of her robe where she had sat.
She reacted for a moment, and her cheeks, which were still flushed from the fever, turned even redder. She didn't know whether to wipe it for Xue Shen or not, so she could only pretend that she hadn't seen the small patch of water and walk forward with feigned composure.
Although she did have some desire, she never expected her body to change so drastically after becoming pregnant...
Shen Youying bit her lip in annoyance, not daring to look at Xue Shen.
Xue Shen naturally noticed it too. He wiped it with his fingertip and, unusually, didn't say anything, pretending not to have seen it, and returned to Tingmei Pavilion with Shen Youying.
After they entered the inner room and washed up, he dismissed the servants and then grabbed Shen Youying, who hadn't dared to meet his gaze all night, and held her on his lap: "I read in a book that a woman's needs are actually greater than usual after she becomes pregnant?"
Shen Youying wasn't thick-skinned enough to discuss these things with him. She lowered her eyes and pushed against his chest, refusing to respond.
Xue Shen stroked her waist with his palm, gently caressing it. She saw her struggling body tremble, then go limp and weakly lie in his arms.
"I was only thinking that we couldn't have sex for a while, so I had to be more restrained, but I forgot that Zhaozhao is different."
Xue Shen kissed her earlobe, placed her in the soft, fragrant bedding, and leaned down to kiss her tenderly: "It's already difficult for a woman to carry a child for ten months, Zhaozhao, you don't need to endure this..."
His voice grew deeper, and his burning lips traveled down his throat.
Shen Youying gasped, grabbing his shoulders with her fingers, wanting to refuse but unable to speak, finally succumbing completely to the vortex he had created…
Xue Shen's movements were very gentle and his care was meticulous. After everything was finished, he even called for hot water to wipe her body.
Shen Youying curled up weakly, not caring about her disheveled nightgown, and could only blush as he helped her wash.
After wiping her body, Xue Shen tidied up the copper basin and prepared to take it out when he heard Shen Youying's soft voice behind him: "Wait."
Xue Shen turned around and looked at her: "What's wrong?"
Shen Youying was too embarrassed to look at him. Her fingers dug tightly into the bedding as she suppressed her shame and whispered, "Don't rush to pour it out. We'll need it later."
Xue Shen raised an eyebrow, his expression playful: "Zhao Zhao, you still want more?"
Shen Youying, annoyed by his teasing, finally glared at him and mumbled, "You...you don't want..."
She glanced at Xue Shen's underpants.
A man's desire is impossible to hide; she had noticed it before, but she never expected that the man who used to be the most indulgent would restrain himself this time.
Xue Shen's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple bobbed, and after a long while, he said with difficulty, "It's not even three months yet, it's not advisable..."
Shen Youying's ears were practically burning, and she whispered even more softly, "It's...it doesn't have to be like that, other things are fine too..."
Xue Shen paused, his eyes fixed on Shen Youying, which seemed to burn her to ashes.
He put down the copper basin, walked to the bedside, knelt on one knee at the edge of the bed, and leaned down as if to kiss her, but then guided Shen Youying's hand to touch him: "Then Zhao Zhao is afraid she will have to suffer."
Shen Youying curled her fingers, then shyly loosened them, and let out a barely audible "hmm".
...
That night, the water in the copper basin was never sent out.
Shen Youying's fingers ached and her wrists were tired. Finally, she frowned as the satisfied man coaxed her to sleep.
The next day at noon, Shen Youying finally woke up to find herself no longer in her bed at Tingmeixuan, but in a slightly swaying carriage.
She tried to sit up, supporting herself on her arms, but Xue Shen reached out to help her, letting her recline comfortably against him. "Awake? Would you like some water?"
Shen Youying lifted the carriage curtain and glanced outside, complaining with a slightly nasal tone, "Why didn't you call me?"
Xue Shen poured some warm water from the kettle and used it to wipe her face with a damp cloth: "Zhao Zhao already suffered last night, how can I bear to disturb your sleep again today?"
Shen Youying paused as she reached for the handkerchief, her face instantly turning red.
Taking the opportunity, Xue Shen wiped her face and fed her tea to her lips so she could rinse her mouth.
After rinsing her mouth and washing her face, Shen Youying resolutely refused to let him help her change clothes and comb her hair, and instead called Bai Luo in to serve her.
The carriage was extremely spacious; even with one more Bai Luo, it wouldn't be crowded. After dressing and doing her hair, Shen Youying looked out with some curiosity: "How much longer until we reach Chuyun Temple?"
Xue Shen calculated the departure time and said, "We'll arrive in at most half an hour."
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