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Everything happened in a flash.
Old Yao, being a cultivator of the Divine Power Realm, could have supported Princess Xue Ning in that instant. However, as an elderly eunuch, he was somewhat self-aware.
Such matters, why not let the young and handsome Young Master An Ye handle them? What's the harm?
Moreover, if he messed things up as an old eunuch, Princess Xue Ning might secretly blame him.
Time seemed to stand still; the two held each other, kissed, their movements frozen.
Old Yao turned his head away as if he saw nothing and heard nothing. Youths have their own thoughts.
A dozen breaths of time passed.
It seemed Wu Xue Ning finally reacted, hurriedly raised her head, struggled to get up, blushing, and whispered, "Wang Anye, thank you just now."
At this moment, Wang Anye's mind was still buzzing.
This, this, what to do?
If it's a son, what would we name him Wang Ning something? If it's a daughter, then Wang Mei something?
