Inside Wei Yang's room, Mo Lingtian was seen sitting on the edge of the bed. He pulled Wei Yang by the waist closer to him and said:
"My wife, your friends want to hold your babies, and you don't have any children right now so… should we…"
"Mr. Mo, in case you are forgetting something, I. Am. Still. Underaged, so stop being a pervert." Wei Yang slapped his shoulder lightly.
"Eh? Why don't I understand you? I wanted to ask if we should adopt some kids. Where was your mind? What are you thinking, Wei Yang?" He raised a brow.
Wei Yang cleared her throat awkwardly and said. "I…forget it." She tried to move away from him, but he pulled her closer.
"Why are you home by this time?" She asked.
"Because I miss you." He rested his head on her stomach and breath in her soapy scent. "You just showered?"
"A while ago." She answered. "Lingtian," she called.
"Hmm"
"What type of a woman am I?" She asked.
