"Competitive sports are all about strength. Strength is the greatest courtesy."
"I ended the game early not to crush our opponents, but for you."
He lowered his head and gazed into her gentle eyes, his voice sincere and tender.
"It's your strength that drives me."
"I want to finish the entire first round as soon as possible and clear all my time."
"So I can stay with you and our little one, and help you through your pregnancy peacefully."
Those gentle words instantly soothed all of Monica Bellucci's exhaustion and discomfort.
On the court, he was the Dynasty emperor who crushed the entire league, unmatched by anyone.
Cold-faced and unyielding, decisive and ruthless, he commanded the league's landscape and built a legendary empire.
Off the court, he was merely an ordinary man who cared deeply for his wife and child, gentle and devoted to his family.
Warmth surged through Monica Bellucci's heart, and most of her morning sickness discomfort faded away.
She nestled softly in Li Fei's arms, feeling the steady, powerful beat of his heart.
Her rounded belly rested against his palm, and faint movements from the baby could be felt.
At that moment, the smoke of battle, the outcome of games, and the noise of the outside world all became insignificant.
The lights in the room were soft, the years serene, and everything was filled with the peaceful warmth of home.
Monica Bellucci spoke softly, her tone full of anticipation.
"Then I'll wait without worry. Sweep them and come back to me soon."
Li Fei tightened his arms around her, holding her securely as he nodded firmly.
"I will."
"Not just the first round. I'll take every round after this step by step."
"I'll stabilize the situation quickly, minimize the strain, and come back early to be with