"Who said I want to have your child! I was just asking! If you don't want to talk, fine!"
She pretended to be angry as she struggled to leave the man's embrace, yet Mo Chen held her even tighter, making her unable to move.
"Little Ghost, as long as it's yours, I'll love it," he said.
In an instant, Qiao Ruoxin's face was flushed with a touch of crimson.
Suddenly, she was lost in a fantasy about having a baby, wondering what a child with Mo Chen would look like.
"Why did your parents only have you? It seems they really like children."
For a family like the Mo Family, wouldn't they want to have a whole soccer team?
Mo Chen's slender fingers were stroking her waist, and he chuckled lightly, "Your uncle Mo doesn't want his woman to suffer a second time."
"..."
She felt as if a face full of dog food had been thrown at her; the rumors were true that Mo Tian doted on Mrs. Mo to the skies.
