The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Xiji listened in amazement, and finally looked at her belly in disbelief. She touched it and found it was still flat, not like she was pregnant at all.

Seeing Xiji's surprised look, Wan Lian looked at his belly and said gently: Your lord and young master's child is very tenacious, and he will definitely be a powerful person when he grows up.

Listening to Wan Lian's words, Xiji felt very awkward. He already felt it was a bit strange for a man to be pregnant, and now that it happened to him, he couldn't get over it for a while.

Before he could experience this complex emotion, the Night King, who had just gone out to wash, came back.

Xiji naturally turned his gaze to the Night King, and seeing that he had no other discomfort except for a haggard look in his eyes, he felt a little relieved. However, he still looked somewhat disapproving, and said with a little reproach: My Lord, no matter what, you must take care of yourself. He was touched by what the Night King had done for him, but he hoped that the Night King would be well.

Facing Xiji's worried gaze, the Night King sat down beside his bed, put his hand on his belly, and said with a hint of warmth, "My child is here."

Xiji blushed, feeling that the scene was a little awkward. But when he looked up at the tenderness in the Night King's eyes, he could not say anything, but just softly responded, "Hmm."

The two of them sat in this position for a while, and Xiji seemed to finally think of something. He blinked, gently pulled his sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Sir, will you stay with me and rest for a while?"

The Night King lowered his eyes and looked at him, and replied in a low voice, "Okay."

The Night King gently held Xiji in his arms, placing his hands on his waist to protect him.

The two of them fell asleep facing each other. At first, Xiji was a little embarrassed. After all, he just wanted to find an excuse to let the Night King rest, and he was not sleepy at all. But soon, he didn't know whether it was because the temperature in the quilt was too warm or his body needed sleep too much, and soon he fell asleep.

The Night King stared at Xiji's sleeping face, listened to his light breathing, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep. He had been guarding Xiji for as long as he had been unconscious. Even a strong man could not hold on any longer.

After the two masters inside fell asleep, the maids guarding the door outside lowered the layers of veil, and finally closed the door quietly and left.

Since Xiji woke up that day, he has completely become the focus of care in the Night King's Mansion. Everyone who originally treated him with caution now treats him with even more care, as if he were a bodhisattva.

Faced with such meticulous care, Xiji felt very uncomfortable. When he told the servants, they just thought they had done something wrong and knelt down in fear and begged for mercy. When he told the Night King, the Night King just looked at him with an expression as if he was a child making trouble, and then whispered, "You are weak, so you should be served carefully."

Xiji felt very tired and just let them do what they wanted. Gradually, he felt that he had gotten used to their exaggerated care.

After drinking a bowl of pregnancy-maintaining medicine, Xiji handed the empty bowl to Wanlian, then took the candied fruit from her hand and put it in his mouth. Only then did he feel like he was alive again.

Wan Lian looked at Xiji who let out a long sigh, smiled gently, handed the candied fruit in her hand towards him again, and asked in a low voice: Sir, do you want some more?