The King’s Enchanting

Chapter 1775 - 1789: The Birth of Little Bun (1)

Jian Anning slightly lowered her head, "While breastfeeding, there might be. But after that, I guess..."

He gestured, "Such a shame. If I had to choose, I still think a bit fuller is better. You were too skinny before, it felt bony to the touch. If you’re really concerned, don’t lose weight for my sake. At most... just try not to gain more."

Not losing weight in the chest area is definitely the ultimate wish of countless women. However, Jian Anning glanced at him, "You really... don’t think I’m fat? Do you think I’m fine as I am now?"

"You, you!" Yu Zexiao saw the tears still glistening on her face, feeling a bit upset yet amused. After a while, he coughed lightly, leaned to her ear, and whispered, "Although you didn’t make any huge mistake this time, the fact that you dared to make wild guesses did indeed make me unhappy!"

Jian Anning was still fuming with anger moments ago, but hearing that Yu Zexiao was unhappy, she immediately became nervous, "So... what do you want to do?"

Yu Zexiao watched her instantly turn back into such a pitiable sight, feeling inwardly amused. On the surface, he wore a troubled expression, "What to do, your belly has two little ones now, I can’t, like before, have you make it up to me in that way." He frowned, took a moment, then grabbed her hand and slowly moved it downwards, downwards, until it rested on the area he had just been eager to satisfy.

"No choice, unless you’d..."

He spoke, eyes raised, expression very — suggestive.

How could Jian Anning not know what that look meant? Although a bit embarrassed, her heart was undeniably more sweet than anything else. No matter how you see it, when your husband still jokes and cares for you, finding your — body interesting, what more could a wife wish for?

Although the two had been together for a long time, it had been over half a year since they had been this intimate. Jian Anning slightly bowed her head, and after a long moment shyly smiled, "Alright, but let’s take a bath first."

"Of course, of course." Yu Zexiao nodded, then asked, "You’ve been without clothes for so long, aren’t you cold?"

The bathroom heater was on, but even with that on, she’s pregnant and cannot catch a cold. Jian Anning beamed, "I’m not cold. Besides, even if I were, you could warm me up!"

"Look at you, little miss attitude!" Yu Zexiao pinched her nose. This woman, after getting married, lost much of her previous aloofness, and her little quirks grew by the day. Clearly over thirty, yet seeming to reverse in age.

— Well, her previous sharpness was because she felt she relied on others, not having a happy time in her stepfather’s house, causing her to raise all those defenses. The five years of dating him, with her not wanting to get married or have children, led to a strained relationship with a few elders.

But now, with two precious little ones in her belly, her status in the Yu Family was exceptionally good. Her relationship with him was harmonious, and she didn’t need to worry about work. Things that once divided her attention were no longer realized. It’s said that animals in overly comfortable environments lose their hunting instincts. She now seemed like an animal that lost its caution.

Still, he quite likes this version of her.

Sometimes men are just like that, liking to conquer the cold and proud older women in their youth,