"I want a child that belongs to us. Do you want a daughter or a son?"
Lu Qingyi held Xu Boyan's hand, a gentle smile playing on the corner of her mouth.
Many modern women are adamant about not wanting children before marriage, and Lu Qingyi used to think the same.
The idea of living alone, without children.
But when true love comes, you want to have a child that belongs to you and the person you love.
"I would like a daughter because she will be as adorable as you. A son would be nice too, so he could protect you with me in the future."
Xu Boyan's voice was gentle, full of indulgence.
Lu Qingyi's mouth twitched slightly. Just from Xu Boyan's words, she could sense the difference between a son and a daughter.
That difference was quite significant.
A daughter was doted upon, while a son was expected to be self-reliant.
"Xu Boyan, do you have a bias against sons?"
