After the examination, Xie Che couldn't hold back.
Before giving birth to Zhaomao, Jiang Xian had a figure that could rival a movie star's. During her pregnancy, the weight she gained seemed to choose its spots carefully. From behind, her waist was still slender; only her belly, arms, and thighs had gotten a little fuller... To a man, this was no problem at all. In fact, it was a whole new experience.
Jiang Xian's worries were completely unfounded. The Emperor found her skin as smooth as cream, and her soft, plump arms and thighs felt like heavenly clouds to the touch. He couldn't get enough of them.
Afterwards, once he had calmed down, Xie Che grew vexed. "I hadn't intended to be intimate with you so soon."
Jiang Xian eyed him. "Didn't you say your affection for me has only grown, not lessened?"
"It's precisely because I cherish you that I'm worried you'll get pregnant again."
