Qiao Jing took a breath.
"You're not talking, which means you like both men and women? Alright, I'll make an effort to get you twins, one of each." Zhan Qipei talked to himself and imagined it in his mind.
A picture of Qiao Jing giving birth, lying on the bed, hugging a baby on the left and another on the right.
His brows furrowed. With two children, Qiao Jing's left and right sides were occupied. So where would he sleep?
That was a serious question.
Qiao Jing stood to the side, looking down at the man, with no idea what sort of nonsense he was thinking about.
"If you don't lie down, I'm really going to leave you be," Qiao Jing said with furrowed brows, her patience nearly exhausted.
Zhan Qipei could tell that Qiao Jing was getting angry.
Every time the girl got angry, he had no way to handle her.
In the end, he could only compromise and obey Qiao Jing, lying down obediently on the bed.
