Feng Xing spread his hands, half-serious and half-flippant, as he speculated casually, "Maybe she can't have children?"
Mo Shiqian replied indifferently, "That's impossible. Since the year she was kidnapped at seventeen, all the medical reports from her work requirements or routine physical exams have gone through my hands."
Feng Xing, biting on the cigarette butt, glanced at him sideways and chuckled, "Is that why you're so angry? She's quite young now, isn't it normal for her to not want children? In a few years, she might change her mind. Besides, if you really want kids that much, once you're married and it's set in stone, you could use some little tricks to get her pregnant... then find a way to coax her into having the child."
His fingers pinching the shortening cigarette, he took one last drag, "Since she's brought up marriage, just go ahead with it. After all, once you're married, you've got to do it... she won't refuse to let you touch her."
