She pointed her finger at his chest and slowly suggested, "Since you've decided this, to prove that I'm not against marriage, let's talk about us getting married when I turn thirty."
He laughed and took her hand, kissing it lightly, "That won't work, I'm waiting for you to have our babies."
Having babies?
Jian Qing couldn't help but imagine a pink and tender little cutie in her mind.
A soft and milky baby, who inherited their best characteristics, calling out "daddy" and "mommy" in a childish accent.
Just at the thought of it, her heart seemed about to melt.
She gave his chest a light tap, murmuring, "Who said I was going to have a baby with you?"
"Of course, it's you, my Mrs. Quan!"
"You're so cheeky."
"Having a wife is all I need, I don't care about face."
"Glib tongue."
The sea breeze blew, and she nestled into his embrace.
He gently stroked her long hair and whispered into her ear, "Sweetheart, how about we try to make a baby tonight?"
He would propose to her soon.
