"Who's being lazy? Aren't I pregnant?"
"Then our daughter is a little lazy piglet!" The man teased, tickling the tip of her nose.
Zhan Se glared at him, reaching out to touch her flat belly, "Did you hear that, little one? Your dad's calling you names."
"Silly girl!" Emperor Quan chuckled and cursed affectionately, stretched out his long arm, swept her into his arms, and carried her steadily into his embrace. He walked gently to the big bed in the middle of the room, laying her down on the mattress.
Taking advantage of his movements, Zhan Se hooked her arms around his neck, calling out lazily, "Fourth Brother..."
With a low chuckle, Emperor Quan didn't hurry to withdraw his hands. Instead, he encircled her slowly, bending down to leave a gentle kiss on her flushed little face, coaxing her.
"Be good, go to sleep. You look so sleepy and bearish."