Chapter Sixty-Two: The Magic of the "Spirit Realm"
"Good idea," Qin Mo replied smoothly, already reaching for a clean cloth. "The perimeter needs a Sovereign's eyes. I will stay here and ensure she doesn't slip."
Lin Wan watched them, a strange mixture of exhaustion and amusement bubbling in her chest. She was carrying three cubs, her system was broken, her husband was missing, and her two "protectors" were behaving like jealous toddlers.
As the door clicked shut behind Long Zhan, leaving her alone with the silver-haired king, the room grew quiet. The steam from the bath curled around them, and for a moment, the weight of the world felt a little lighter.
"He's very loud, isn't he?" Qin Mo whispered, his eyes softening as he looked at her.
"He's trying, Qin Mo," Lin Wan said, her voice tired.
