Young Master Lan made a shockingly outrageous remark. "I say, you're pregnant."
"..."
"Pregnant women need to rush home to rest, they can ask others for help."
"..."
"And you're carrying triplets."
"..."
Yuanya's face was almost turning green with anger. She gritted her teeth and bellowed, "Lan! Xiu!"
Lan Xiu immediately enveloped her restless hand that aimed to slap someone, placed it on his lips, and planted a kiss on it.
"You promised not to hit me; don't break your word."
"..."
He calmly analyzed for her, "You don't need to be so angry. If we put in some effort, wouldn't it be fine to make this a reality?"
"You..."
Just as Yuanya was about to say something, Lan Xiu suddenly spooned out some ice cream and pushed it into her mouth. "Here, taste it."
Yuanya was dumbstrucked by his shenanigans, opened her mouth mechanically and began to taste carefully.
Finally, she commented, "It's wonderfully aromatic and delicious. It's not too rich. Very good..."
