Mu Wanqing said nothing, burying her face against his chest.
After a moment of silence, she finally said, "Let's talk about it later; if there's an opportunity... I wouldn't be against it."
Pregnancy and childbirth are indeed painful, but if it's the fruit of their love, she's willing to go through it again.
Still, for now... there are too many issues between them.
"Hmm, it's late. Go to sleep." Wen Zhan's hand wandered slowly under her clothes for quite some time, stirring waves of passion in himself, his blood surging.
Thinking of how her waist couldn't handle his strength, he suppressed his impulse, pulled his hand out, thoughtfully adjusted her pajama hem, and settled his arm comfortably around her waist.
Mu Wanqing had been waiting for him to return; she had something to say.
Seeing him pull his hand away, her body instinctively relaxed, and only then did she remember the matter at hand.