"Sister Nan Fei, Sister Nan Fei! Bad, bad!" Jiang Yang wanted to jump out from Huo Beijiang's arms, but a certain someone just wouldn't let go, instead setting him down on the living room couch.
"Hmph!" Jiang Yang was now truly upset, he slapped the couch, turned his head, and refused to look at the person he disliked.
Huo Beijiang crossed his arms, stepped back and whispered ambiguously into Nan Fei's ear: "My dear, once we have a son, I guarantee to raise him into a real man."
As he spoke, his breath brushed against Nan Fei's ear, evoking a bashful and heart-throbbing sensation. Nan Fei, feeling uneasy, turned her head, only for his high nose to inadvertently touch her sensitive earlobe. At this, Nan Fei's cheeks visibly reddened.
"My dear!" The certain someone's voice was husky, his handsome eyes harboring a faint smile, radiant with love. "You're blushing. Are you thinking about us having a child together? So, you're that kind of wife!"
