Your Majesty, Eunuch Lin Is Pregnant

  Behind the screen, Lian Che almost choked to death when he heard this sentence.

  He wiped the tea overflowing from the corner of his mouth with his hand, sighed helplessly, and sat on the chair, tapping the sandalwood table with his hand, waiting patiently.

  Lin Bao changed all the wet clothes, and it’s useless to wrap the chest strap, but it’s a serious matter not to wrap the chest strap, okay!

  ——Because she doesn’t have a bellyband!

  Emma, ​​what should I do now? Should she ask her to borrow from her emperor in person? However, how could the emperor have such personal feminine products!

  But, if he doesn’t speak, will he ask? According to his temperament, he just broke in! The end will be even worse!

   Tangled for a while, she wrapped her clothes carefully and poked out half of her head from behind the screen, and squeezed and said: "Well... the emperor, is it possible for you?"

  Lian Che raised his eyes, "What is it?"

   "That's it... Can you borrow something for me from someone?" She gradually lowered her voice, her cheeks were slightly red, and her breathing became quicker.

Isn't    just borrowing something?

  Lian Che took a sip of tea, "Let's talk--what? I will ask Mr. An to get it for you, he has everything he needs."

  "……"

  Yinbao tangled, the emperor-are you sure that there is a bellyband in Mr. An?

   Seeing that she did not say a word, Lian Che said again: "Why, is it possible for me to borrow it for you personally?"

  Lin Bao listened and thought for a while, then nodded sharply.

  "……"

  Lian Che was speechless. Seeing her gleaming eyes and pink lips slightly curled up, feeling wronged, he said helplessly, "Then what do you want?"

   "In fact, it's nothing, it's just...... Um-dudou." Moubao pretended to be calm.

   bellyband? !

  Lian Che’s face changed color with "brush--", his expression was as if he had eaten a headless fly, and he said aggrieved: "You let my dignified monarch help you borrow a bellyband?!"

   "You don't need to borrow it for me. If you have one, just give it to me." Lin Bao blinked quite innocently.

  "……"

  Lian Che began to doubt Lin Bao’s IQ, Emma—is she brainless? Which big man here will take women's stuff with him?

  If there is, it’s not the flower-picking thieves, it’s the peculiar patient with a diseased brain!

  Want him to borrow something for her, that would be a shame!

  Just...Seeing that the little woman is about to cry, let's reluctantly help her.

   Just when Lin Bao began to hesitate whether he should just put in neutral, Lian Che suddenly got up, slammed the door and left.

  She was startled, could it be that she really got her apron? Hmm—it looks like that.

  Lin Bao was shivering with the cold behind the screen, and the back of Piansheng happened to be facing the window. There was a lot of cool breeze in the evening, and there was no one at all, so she simply wrapped her clothes and slipped onto the soft couch aside.

  The reason why I went to collapse is because there is a thin quilt on it. In Lin Bao's view, this is simply a gift for charcoal in the snow!

   Lying on the soft couch, Lin Bao was wrapped in a thin quilt, and remembered a particularly classic saying-in fact, I and the bed are in love, but the alarm clock is always jealous to separate us.

   Just when Lin Bao was immersed in the warmth, even Che ran in without knocking the door, closed the door quickly, and poked half of his head out of the window to stare.

  Lin Bao was startled, and hurriedly sat up from the bed wrapped in a thin quilt.