The next morning, as she looked at the marks all over her body, her fingers trembled as she pointed at Jun Mochan: "All because of you."
Couldn’t he show so restraint? She still had to go out and et people, and now everyone was giving her those strange looks every day.
Aaah, Ye Ranran was infinitely frustrated inside.
"Yes, it’s all my fault." Jun Mochan nodded while getting dressed.
His skin was as white as jade, with a sturdy chest, and there were a few scratch marks on it, silently narrating last night’s frenzy.
Ye Ranran blushed and looked away: "Couldn’t you be a little less relentless? Aren’t you worried it might tire you out?"
Ye Ranran’s voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Jun Mochan to hear.
His gaze was deep, and he suddenly ca beside Ye Ranran, bracing himself on either side of her, encircling her: "My lady, watch your choice of words, or I’ll stay here and prove to you whether I’m tired out or not."
"You’re just an insatiable wolf." Ye Ranran pushed him away.
"Because I’ve been starved for too long." Jun Mochan stood up again.
Even in great desire, he still had to consider her physical wellbeing and not be completely unrestrained, so he was still rational after all.
"Why did you have a vasectomy?" Ye Ranran’s eyes were full of inquiry, with a hint of deeper aning.
In those two years she wasn’t around, did he have a vasectomy? Was he afraid if he fooled around, soone might get pregnant?
If that were really the case, she would find him terrifying.
But wasn’t the person in front of her always so frightening? While he was good to her and indulged her, it didn’t an he was a saint.
Constantly navigating through power, Ye Ranran herself didn’t even dare claim to be a good person.
Jun Mochan got angry under her gaze: "I had it done after I t you again."
What did she take him for? Soone who wanted to sleep with every woman he t?
Instead of feeling ashad, Ye Ranran was a bit excited as she asked, "So when you saw on the first day, you’d already thought about it?"
"Getting bold, aren’t we?" Jun Mochan’s fingertip brushed against Ye Ranran’s face: "Not blushing? Not feeling shy? You seem to be in good spirits; how about we go another round?"
"Daddy, Mommy, are you done?" At the crucial mont, Jun Xiaobao ca to the rescue.
Ye Ranran blew him a kiss through the air: "Baby, I love you."
"Mommy, I love you too." Jun Xiaobao, with his short little legs, toddled over, squeezing in from under Jun Mochan’s arm to find his own spot.
Ye Ranran embraced Jun Xiaobao, giving Jun Mochan a provocative look.
Jun Mochan had a fleeting sense that he was unnecessary.
"Hurry and get washed up; we need to drop him to kindergarten soon." Jun Mochan let go of Ye Ranran and adjusted his outfit as he spoke.
"Mommy, we have a parent eting this week, will you co?" Jun Xiaobao asked as he held Ye Ranran’s fingers, looking at her expectantly.
Those eyes were so pure and innocent, as if rejecting would cloud them with dust.
"Alright." Ye Ranran answered.
Jun Xiaobao looked at Jun Mochan: "Daddy."
"Daddy’s busy. When you’re a bit older, Daddy will go." Jun Mochan didn’t even turn his head.
"Oh." Jun Xiaobao lowered his head.
He didn’t quite understand why Daddy wouldn’t go to his parent eting. Uncle Assistant said Daddy was very busy, but he had ti to play with him.
Jun Xiaobao didn’t yet comprehend that fatherly love often has its heavy side.
Jun Mochan wanted him to have a carefree childhood. He hoped people would approach him with sincerity, not just because he was Jun Mochan’s son.
(The title has been changed to "Prosperous Marriage: The Emperor’s Adorable Wife." Rember that, students. The cover will change later, don’t ask why, it’s due to censorship, and don’t say it doesn’t fit now; it’s not allowed anymore. Thanks for understanding, bow!)
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