Duan Yanran did not turn on the TV or play with her phone; she simply sat by Ling Tianyu's side, never leaving even for a step.
"I wonder what kind of baby Tianyu and I would have if we got married?" Duan Yanran unconsciously began to fantasize about her life after donning a wedding dress and becoming his woman.
"I think it's best to have two sons, that way, they'll have each other's company in the future." Duan Yanran stood up, squatted down next to Ling Tianyu, extended her slender, snow-white finger, and gently tapped Ling Tianyu's nose, whispering softly, although she knew he was still in disguise, it didn't fool her vision.
"No, having two sons isn't good either," Duan Yanran just thought about having two sons but then felt it wasn't right and hurriedly corrected herself, "Better to have one son and one daughter, ideally twins, so that way, someone can carry on the family legacy, and secondly, a daughter can keep her mother company."
