"Why did you lie to grandma about having Little Yemo?"
Their marriage was a deception to the grandmother in the first place, and if they were to deceive her again about having a baby, Lan Xin Ai would feel really guilty. She felt terrible when she thought about how much the kindly old lady trusted her.
"How did I deceive grandma? You are my wife, so it is only natural for you to bear Little Yemo for me. What's wrong with what I said?"
Xi Yemo's face was as calm as a big bad wolf, his obsidian-like eyes twinkling like a starry night sky, captivating anyone who carelessly fell into them.
"Who said anything about having Little Yemo?"
"Of course it is you." Xi Yemo leaned forward, scaring the little bunny into taking a step back.
The Little Bunny was annoyed: "When did I say I wanted to have Little Yemo, you'd better not spread rumors in front of grandma."
"Of course, you have."
"I did not." Lan Xin Ai was anxious, she never said that.
