Despite his concerns for her being pregnant, Chu Yihan carried the drenched Su Yingxue to the soft couch and gently wiped her clean before changing her into a new sleeping garment.
His movements were tender, as if he feared grazing her delicate skin, displaying the same patience and meticulous care he'd always shown.
Su Yingxue climbed on top of him, resting her head on his legs and softly said, "Hubby is so good, even as emperor you're still this kind."
He still cherished her all the same.
"Whether as Your Highness or the emperor, I am still your husband."
Chu Yihan bent down and pecked her on the lips, noticing how red and swollen they were from his kisses and felt a wave of tenderness wash over him.
He lifted Su Yingxue and placed her onto the bed.
Seeing him about to get up and leave, Su Yingxue hastily reached for his sleeve, "Why do you have to go? Aren't you not angry anymore? Don't go to the imperial study!"
She was afraid he would leave her here alone again.
