To be honest, the moment she saw that suddenly flushed face of Jian Anning’s, what could Shen Lanxiao not understand? She was a bit speechless herself—she really hadn’t expected, hadn’t expected that her own son and daughter-in-law were actually playing this... fiercely. Whether she said something or not felt wrong, she struggled for ages, then finally coughed lightly: "Well, um, even though... but... you still need to pay attention to your body."

Jian Anning’s face was burning red; how would she dare say anything against it? She just dropped her head and nodded, her nose practically wanting to touch the floor.

These bedroom matters, Shen Lanxiao was embarrassed to lecture her too much. And besides, it wasn’t the old days anymore; the little married couple could play however they wanted, as long as they didn’t take it outside the marriage, it was already good.

Both of them were extremely awkward, so after just a couple of sentences, Shen Lanxiao suddenly said, "Ah, there’s still soup simmering in the kitchen, I’ll go check the heat."

Then she slipped away like a puff of smoke. Naturally, Jian Anning also escaped as fast as she could. As soon as she went back to the room, Yu Zexiao was still lounging against the headboard, his whole body relaxed, with only a thin blanket covering his waist and abdomen, lazily reading some book.

As soon as he saw his wifey come back, Yu Zexiao put the book aside and crooked a finger at her: "Come, come, it’s nice and warm here."

It was already winter, but the heating was on in the house, warm as spring. Even so, with him lying there practically naked at the head of the bed, it really was a bit cold.

The moment Jian Anning saw his lazy posture and thought of what had just been caught red-handed by Shen Lanxiao, her face was instantly a mix of shame and outrage. She strode over in a few steps, picked up the pillow he’d tossed on the floor last night, and started whacking him over the head with it: "You bastard! How dare you bully me! How dare you go that far last night! How dare you..."

Yu Zexiao took a couple of hits from her pillow, then quickly hooked an arm around her waist and dragged her right up against him. Jian Anning had been standing at the edge of the bed, and with that yank her center of gravity slipped; she toppled onto the head of the bed, and her face very inelegantly landed right on—the place covered by his thin blanket.

Jian Anning had just started to struggle up when Yu Zexiao suddenly leaned over, breathing softly against her ear: "Wifey, are you trying to get close to your husband? It’s not even nighttime yet, aren’t you a bit too impatient?"

Who’s impatient? This man really knew how to twist things! Before she could retort, Yu Zexiao pulled her arm over and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Since my lady so desires, then your husband can only risk his life to keep you company..." As he finished, he even pretended to be helpless and let his claws roam over her body with a squeeze.

Jian Anning immediately glared at him furiously. Yu Zexiao had no intention of actually doing anything right now; he was just teasing her on purpose. After he was done, he hooked her up to the head of the bed, and the two of them lay side by side flipping through the books she’d bought. "Hurry, see if there’s anything we need to pay attention to. Study more now, so when the time comes we don’t mess it up and ruin the mood."

The minute she heard there was studying involved, all of Jian Anning’s "symptoms" vanished. The two of them flipped through a few pages together.

Everyone knows, although these kinds of books are about how to increase the chances of getting pregnant, having a baby still can’t avoid that most primitive form of exercise... So Yu Zexiao specially picked out the parts with those kinds of details to read over and over, even adding commentary: "Why aren’t there any illustrations? One star!"