That one sentence kept Yun Zhao from sleeping well all night. She lay in her curtained bed in the dead of night, turning on her side to watch Feng Yi. The lamplight filtered through the canopy, spilling across his face. No matter how she looked at him, she found him handsome.
Feng Yi wasn't made of wood; of course, he could feel her gaze. He sighed softly and covered Yun Zhao's eyes with his hand. "Hurry up and sleep."
At his age, he was full of vigor. He had been so busy with court affairs recently that he had no time for romantic dalliances. Now that he had some leisure, he was holding back out of concern for her pregnancy, yet here she was, teasing him.
Lying close to Feng Yi, Song Yunzhao quickly felt the change in his body and fell silent for a moment.
'Come to think of it, the Emperor has been abstinent for a few months now,' she thought. 'A man focused on his career naturally wouldn't have time for such things, but hasn't that work come to a stopping point?'
