The long night stretched on, and the pleasure boat sailed silently across the river.
Emerging from the study, Xie Jinhuan suddenly understood the anecdote about a certain Great Confucian a little better. Ink really did taste quite good with steamed buns.
After straightening his clothes slightly, Xie Jinhuan left Momo to rest and headed to his next engagement, arriving outside Milk Melons' room.
Ever since becoming pregnant, Milk Melons had kept an extremely regular schedule, rising at sunrise and sleeping at sunset without fail. But she had not seen him during his time in the Secret Realm, and now that he had finally emerged, falling asleep was clearly a little difficult.
Xie Jinhuan stopped at the door and listened. Hearing steady breathing within, he pushed the door open and peeked inside.
He saw Sister Ye lying neatly on her pillow in a nightdress, seemingly asleep. But the moment the door opened, she opened her eyes, turned toward him, and raised the thin blanket to cover her slightly splayed milk melons.
"I'm going to sleep. Go sleep in your own room."
"I just came to check on you."
Xie Jinhuan entered, closed the door, and crouched beside the bed. He first planted a kiss on Sister Ye's cheek, then pressed his cheek to her belly to listen. Ye Yunchi was only a month or so pregnant, with no visible change in her appearance. Somewhat helpless, she raised a hand and pushed his forehead.
"What could you possibly hear at this stage? Behave yourself."
"Heh..."
Xie Jinhuan rose, leaned close, and wrapped an arm around Sister Ye.
"I've never been a father before. I'm curious. How have you been feeling lately? No discomfort? Anything you want to eat?"
Ye Yunchi had never been a mother either and was actually rather nervous. Seeing