Xiao Jinyu hugged her tightly, burying his face in her neck, "When you're better, I'll stop.""
The concubine Han looked down at the fuzzy head in her arms and reached out to cup his face. It had been some days since his return, and his complexion had lightened.
Staring at his beautiful peach blossom eyes for a while, she leaned in to kiss his lips.
Xiao Jinyu was startled. These past few days while Ayan was sick, he hadn't thought about these things; he hadn't had the heart to.
Now being kissed, he immediately felt amorous.
He responded tenderly, not daring to go any further.
After a while, Xiao Jinyu pushed her away and said hoarsely, "You're still ill, so bear with it for now. Let's continue once you're better."
The concubine Han only wanted to comfort the overly frightened Xiao Jinyu, but she ended up giving him the wrong idea.
"Mhm."
Xiao Jinyu gazed at her for a while, then whispered in her ear, "Ayan, once you're better, let's have a baby."