Raising her hand to punish him, she twisted Lu Moqing's waist hard, gritting her teeth while looking at his pained gaze:
"Can't you think of something proper?"
After saying that, she headed into the bedroom next to her.
Having just been pinched by his wife, Lu Moqing naturally followed her in. The moment she turned around, he hugged her, pushing her against the cabinet door behind her.
His tall figure covered Qiao Xu's slender body. The sly smile in his eyes, he said:
"How is it not proper to discuss having a daughter with my wife? This is a big deal for the rest of my life."
Qiao Xu directly rolled her eyes at him, reaching out to push him away, but both her hands were easily clasped in front of his chest by Lu Moqing's large hand. He lowered his voice and said:
"Wife, we haven't done it in a few days..."
He pursed his slightly dry lips, with a familiar and intense desire at the bottom of his eyes.
