"You shouldn't be staring at me like that!"
Ivy suddenly felt her tears welling up, as if her tear ducts had suddenly hit rock bottom. She hadn't cried during Bianca's difficult birth, but every time she heard Michael Gordon's ghostly sweet words, she felt like crying. With sourness, sweetness, and even Michael Gordon's choked words, Ivy said, "Don't keep making me cry!"
Michael Gordon: "..."
Mr. Gordon's eyes twitched in response to her words. If he didn't have a dirty thought, he wouldn't be a qualified man!
"Wife, I haven't even started yet. How can you already be crying?" Michael Gordon whispered into her ear. "If you want to cry, I'll make sure to give my best effort later to give you a good cry!"
Ivy: "..."
After a moment, Ivy carefully thought back on their conversation in her head and discovered she'd missed the heavy innuendo. She quickly explained, "Michael, that's not what I meant. My crying is not the same as the crying you're talking about!"
