Xia Yunsheng was under him, pinned by his weight. It was somewhat heavy, and she nervously looked at him, "Cheng Yanzhi, you better let me go, you're crossing a line here!"
He enveloped her waist, his face buried in the hollow of her shoulder, silent. His short hair prickled her cheek causing mild itching. Just as she was planning how to get this man off her, Cheng Yanzhi began to speak some seemingly absurd words, "Before you came back, my second sister had a daughter."
"Really?" He seldom discussed with her such domestic trifles.
Maybe he had had too much to drink tonight, and his brain was not functioning properly?
Cheng Yanzhi lifted his head to look at her, staring intently into her eyes, "My grandfather asked us when we will have a child?"
That question caused Xia Yunsheng to choke. She looked at Cheng Yanzhi, blinked, "Are you asking me?"
"Who else?" There were only two people in the room. Who else could he ask?
