Zhou Shuang was obviously being pretentious right now. But every woman had the right to be pretentious, and how he hoped that she would be pretentious instead of being so feisty. Lu Yinan pointed at Zhou Shuang's tummy and innocently asked, "Shouldn't the three of them belong to my family?"
Zhou Shuang rolled her eyes and snapped, "Dozens of women are waiting to give birth to your children. You don't have to keep thinking of mine."
"Zhou Shuang, can we talk nicely in future? Let's not bicker anymore." Lu Yinan peered at Zhou Shuang as he whispered.
He realized that he had become more patient recently, and it considerably surprised him.
It almost enlightened him that nothing was absolute.
A man must yield at times.
Zhou Shuang pouted as all her anger and unhappiness evaporated at the sight of Lu Yinan's seductive-looking eyes. She bent her head and mumbled, "What's there to talk about? You can decide."
