The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me

"Qi Wuya! Not like this!"

Sang Yan wore a look of terror, trying to struggle.

Seeing this, Qi Wuya gave a gentle smile, comforting her, "Yanyan, don’t be afraid. I’ll only do what you can handle."

He insinuated a game of boundaries.

Sang Yan figured it out and kept shaking her head, "No, Qi Wuya, it really isn’t possible. It really isn’t."

Qi Wuya laid her on the bed and pressed his hand over her lips, "Ah Yan, a man can’t bear to hear the word ’no.’"

Tears streamed down Sang Yan’s face from fear, "I can’t bear it. Qi Wuya, I’m pregnant, I shouldn’t get agitated."

She wielded the doctor’s advice as her shield.

Qi Wuya laughed, "Yanyan, I’ve told you, don’t use pregnancy as a talisman. If your emotions must not be agitated, then control your emotions."

What he wanted to do, he always did.