"If anyone's going to be eating his, it would be his wife, not him,"
Xi Yemo dropped the authoritative line.
Lan Xin Ai: "..."
"What do you mean 'yours'? It's mine," Lan Xin Ai nipped at him, an adult man fighting over breast milk with a baby! Moreover, it's not even clear whether it's a boy or a girl yet.
The things he said were truly absurd!
What kind of father was this?
"What if it's a girl?" Lan Xin Ai blinked curiously.
Xi Yemo squinted at her: "She can eat."
"Boys can't eat, but girls can?" Rubbing her belly, Lan Xin Ai laughed. She found Mr. Xi's domineering nature to be utterly charming. Despite the absurdity, she felt incredibly sweet and blessed to be spoiled by a man like this.
The unborn baby: "....."
"Yes."
Mr. Xi nodded in affirmation. Even if it's his son, he was still a man. His wife's body was only his to enjoy.
"What kind of father behaves like you?" Lan Xin Ai was both amused and exasperated.
