Zhuo Junyue gave a cold humph, lightly brushing her nose, "Little one, at least you know what's good for you."
Su Ningyan lay on top of him, almost exasperated.
Normally, he spoiled her, basically giving her whatever she wanted.
But in bed, she effectively had no right to speak.
In any case, he always left her thoroughly satiated.
Su Ningyan glanced at the pile of colorful objects still on the bed, her eyebrows lightly furrowed, "Honey, when can we stop using these things? Why did you buy so many?"
Zhuo Junyue also didn't like using them, but he had to consider her health.
"Sweetheart, according to your medical report, we need to use them for at least three more months. I don't want you to have any risk of pregnancy, sweetheart, just be patient for a while longer."
Zhuo Junyue contemplated for a moment, "Wife, let's plan to have a child next spring. I plan to have the wedding in early January. The wedding right before the New Year, what do you think?"
