I'm Pregnant with the Regent's Offspring (BL) [ChatGPT Translated]

Chapter 62

Chu Zhaoyou felt his way in the dark, holding his stomach, sitting on the bed with a righteous air: "I just want to drink. I don't want to reason."

A bit of moonlight seeped in from outside, the Emperor's black and white eyes flickered, a glimpse of his snow-white neck showed above his collar, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, not intentionally causing trouble.

Xiao Heng pulled up the blanket to cover his shoulders, suggesting, "Sweet water? Chicken soup? Pear soup? Tofu pudding?"

Chu Zhaoyou leaned closer to the Regent, whispering, "It's not me who wants to drink, it's the little rascal who wants to drink. Last time, I didn't want tofu pudding either, it's all his fault."

Xiao Heng got out of bed, turned on the light, staring at Chu Zhaoyou's quiet belly, feeling that the little rascal was very wronged.

Chu Zhaoyou pinched his belly, acting like a clown: "Teasing the Regent every day, let me teach you a lesson."

"Don't bully him." The Regent held his hand, rubbing the skin, "It's okay to hit him, but you're bullying yourself, doesn't it hurt?"

"It seems the Regent is a kind father." Chu Zhaoyou teased him, "Then give him a little plum wine."

Xiao Heng frowned, "No. Choose one of the options you just mentioned."

"I won't choose, I want to drink alcohol." Chu Zhaoyou was very cheeky, "If not, give me a bowl of rice water."

The little rascal has been drinking this stuff since day one, you two dads are well-off, and he still drinks this, pitiful.

The Regent immediately felt guilty and loving, almost impulsively wanting to give Chu Zhaoyou a little wine.

The physician's advice tightened his rationality, Xiao Heng pinched Chu Zhaoyou's chin, offering his wrist to him: "Add another option, drink my blood."

Chu Zhaoyou was suddenly stunned, in the middle of the night, I just wanted to be comforted, why did the Regent have to make it so bloody?

Still drinking?

Xiao Heng had a reason: "It's not that you said the little brat wants to drink, the Heart-Linking Gu has been in this king's body for seven years, so my blood must be able to appease him. Drink or not?

He patted the bed board and handed a cup of warm water to Chu Zhaoyou's lips.

Chu Zhaoyou was stunned, what kind of quack doctor dares to prescribe such a medicine!

He lowered his eyes to look at the regent's wrist, the pulse was beating strongly, the vigorous blood flowed through the meridians, exposed in front of him without defense.

Chu Zhaoyou remembered when the divine doctor wanted to check Little Hei's pulse at first, this person seemed to have a cleanliness obsession, pressing his wrist and refusing to give it, only obediently extending his hand after being frightened.

Now he was extending it in front of him like this, saying, "Drink my blood."

Chu Zhaoyou inexplicably lowered his head, licked his wrist, and looked up with bent eyes, admitting, "I was wrong, it's not the little brat who wants to drink, it's actually me who wants to drink."

The regent's breath paused, he saw that Chu Zhaoyou didn't want to drink alcohol, he wanted to eat something else!

He pinched Chu Zhaoyou's nape, rubbed it twice, threatening, "Is there something thicker than blood, do you want to lick it?"

The regent was always acting like a hooligan.

Chu Zhaoyou snorted, "There's no good wine to drink, I won't drink."