The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1775 - 1789: The Birth of Little Bun (1)

Jian Anning lowered her head slightly, remarking, "While breastfeeding, it's possible. But after that, I suppose..."

He gestured, his tone conveying disappointment. "What a pity. If I had to pick, I'd still say a bit fuller is better. You were too thin before; it felt rather bony. If you're truly worried, don't lose weight for my sake. At most... just try not to gain any more."

Not losing weight in the chest area is certainly a dream cherished by countless women. However, Jian Anning glanced at him, questioning, "You really... don't think I'm fat? Do you think I'm fine as I am now?"

"You, you!" Yu Zexiao observed the lingering tears on her face, feeling both exasperated and amused. After a brief pause, he cleared his throat and leaned in, whispering into her ear, "Although you didn't commit a grave error this time, the fact that you dared to make wild assumptions certainly displeased me!"

Jian Anning, moments before still simmering with indignation, instantly became anxious upon realizing Yu Zexiao was unhappy. "So... what do you intend to do?"

Yu Zexiao watched her pitiable expression resurface, finding it amusing internally. On the surface, however, he feigned concern. "What can be done? Your belly now holds two little ones, so I can't, as before, have you make it up to me in that particular way." He frowned, contemplated for a moment, then took her hand and slowly guided it downwards, lower and lower, until it rested precisely where he had recently been eager to find solace.

"There's no other choice, unless you'd prefer..."

He spoke, his gaze lifting, his expression unmistakably suggestive.

How could Jian Anning fail to grasp the implication in his look? Despite a hint of embarrassment, her heart swelled with an undeniable sweetness. After all, when your husband can still joke and show affection, finding your body intriguing, what more could a wife possibly wish for?

Although the couple had been together for a considerable time, it had been over half a year since they had shared such intimacy. Jian Anning lowered her head slightly, and after a significant pause, offered a shy smile. "Alright, but let's take a bath first."

"Of course, of course," Yu Zexiao agreed readily. He then inquired, "You've been without clothes for so long; aren't you feeling cold?"

The bathroom heater was indeed on, yet even with the warmth, she was pregnant and susceptible to catching a cold. Jian Anning beamed. "I'm not cold. Besides, even if I were, you could warm me up!"

"Look at you, such a playful attitude!" Yu Zexiao playfully pinched her nose. He mused that since getting married, this woman had shed much of her former haughtiness, and her endearing quirks seemed to multiply daily. Clearly past thirty, she appeared to be aging in reverse.

— Indeed, her previous guardedness stemmed from a feeling of dependency and an unhappy childhood in her stepfather's home, which forced her to erect emotional defenses. Her five years of dating him, coupled with her reluctance for marriage and children, had strained her relationships with some elders.

But now, with two precious little ones growing within her belly, her standing within the Yu Family was exceptionally high. Her relationship with him was harmonious, and she no longer needed to fret about work. The concerns that once preoccupied her mind had faded. It's often said that animals in overly comfortable environments lose their predatory instincts. She now seemed akin to such a creature, having shed its caution.

Nevertheless, he found this version of her quite appealing.

Men are sometimes drawn to the challenge, preferring to conquer the outwardly cold and proud women in their youth,