"It's better to hope for a son, a daughter has no use to us." Harry Collins looked at her belly and said again, "Your belly better step up, getting it done in one try is better than trying multiple times."
Mia Garcia was kneeling in front of Harry Collins, and his hand was still on her breast, the pain made Mia want to stand up, she summoned her courage and said, "Why don't we try?"
"Try what? Having a son?" Harry Collins replied, half smiling, half cold.
Mia Garcia pressed her breasts against him, panting seductively, and said, "Some things you think you're not interested in anymore might just be because you haven't met the right one. Let me help wake it up, maybe you'll get a reaction again?"
"I've told you, my brother down there has no interest in women anymore."
"How do you know if you don't try?" Mia said with sultry eyes, her lips slightly parted, "I know a lot of tricks, maybe I can wake it up."
