Tianxin looked up at him and couldn't help but cover her small face with her hands bashfully, "What are you talking about... how did we get to discussing having children..."
Chen Yiran laughed and pinched Tianxin's face lightly, "Don't play innocent. I have already attended the one-month-old parties of my colleagues' children multiple times. When will you let me send out invitations too?"
"Shouldn't we send out wedding invites first?", Tianxin asked, her face progressively turning more red.
Chen Yiran, deep in thought, nodded his agreement. "Hmm... That makes sense..."
"..."
On the final afternoon of the National Day holiday, Chen Yiran took Tianxin, who had been continuously insisting on visiting the amusement park, for an afternoon of pure joy.
Of course, joy was how Chen Yiran would describe it.
For Tianxin, it was simply an afternoon of pure agony.
