"Cough, cough, cough—!"
Wen Sunan almost choked on his saliva.
He patted his chest and calmed down for quite a while before he looked down at the girl leaning against the head of the bed, "How could you..."
"Have such a peculiar idea?"
To know, in Su Xiaoli's eyes, Qin Yihan was completely comatose!
How could a woman want to have a child with a comatose man?
Su Xiaoli pursed her lips, "He's my husband."
"It's only right and proper for me to have children for my husband."
"My husband's genes are so good, it would be a waste not to pass them on."
The girl counted the reasons she wanted to have Qin Yihan's children on her fingers:
"Moreover, if the child is born, my husband might get so excited that he could wake up."
"And if my husband never wakes up, having a child of ours will make life less boring."
"He can sleep, and the child and I will live our lives."
The more Wen Sunan listened, the more he felt his blood pressure skyrocketing.
Why?
