Xiao Qiao felt a bit of pain and snuggled closer into his embrace, feeling a little hurt.
Wesley's heart softened, he held her and gently coaxed her. Xiao Qiao was so tired she fell asleep, but Wesley remained awake all night, thinking he must be mad.
Yeah, mad!
Wesley, you damned fool!
The next day, Xiao Qiao, as she had expected, couldn't get out of bed; her body felt profoundly sore as she looked at Wesley.
"My beauty, if you were an Emperor in ancient times, you'd have to favor several Concubines in one night; one person alone could never satisfy your needs."
Wesley looked at her very seriously, expressionless. He was already uncomfortable, yet she was still joking.
Xiao Qiao smiled slightly, and Wesley said faintly, "Don't joke."
"I'm not joking. You know our feudal society in China was polygamous, with the Emperor having multiple wives."
