"I'm fine, as long as there's something to eat." Xiya said, her arm around her waist, she cautiously sat down on the couch.
Jian Qing picked up her cellphone to make a call, glancing at Xiya, who was behaving unusually careful. It made her chuckle.
For some time now, she's been rather elegant.
Having ordered food, Jian Qing put down her phone.
"Want some milk first?"
"Yes, thanks darling, I just knew you treat me the best." Xiya responded sweetly.
Shaking her head, amused but resigned, Jian Qing mixed up a glass of milk for her.
"Here you go."
Xiya carefully took the milk, and Jian Qing sat down next to her.
"Okay, so can you tell me now what's going on with you?"
Xiya sipped her milk and replied carelessly, "Isn't it obvious? Can't you see I have the potential to be a hot mom?"
"Less talk, more explaining." Jian Qing responded.
Gulping down the milk in front of her, Xiya placed the cup back on the table, "Well, actually, it's quite a touching story."
