Yun Mo could see the bad mood in Qiao Xiaonan's melancholic eyes today, but he had no idea what it was about. He could only hold her and sit with her on the couch of their bedroom.
After putting down his briefcase, he leaned on her shoulder lightly, sighed, and asked, "Qiaoqiao, what's wrong with you?"
The evening breeze from the outside window, filtered through the gauze and fell on Qiao Xiaonan, lightly stirring the strands of hair on her forehead.
She buried her head in his chest and repeated the same sentence, "I just want to bear a child for you, the sooner the better."
In this way, the queen mother won't keep accusing her Amo of having issues with his sexual orientation.
Nor will she keep trying to take money from Amo in different ways.
"Amo..." Her fair little hand rested on the buttons of his shirt, "Will you give me a child?"
"..." Yun Mo felt his heart flutter, pumping faster.
"Right now." Qiao Xiaonan insisted, unbuttoning his shirt in one smooth motion.
