Li Qing couldn't help but laugh, "That's not true, although I do have those thoughts, I still follow your wishes."
Yang Xuelan gathered the hair by her temples, her eyes and brows tinged with a touch of shy bashfulness, "So... do you still have such thoughts now?"
Li Qing glanced at her swollen belly, "That wouldn't be possible now, would it?"
"It's okay if it's gentle, but not next month." Yang Xuelan said.
Li Qing shook his head, restraining the urge to feel the warmth of Yang Xuelan again.
"Let's just forget about it, you know even when I'm gentle, I'm still rougher than most people," Li Qing said, "If by any mischance I were to harm the child in your belly, that would be a real disaster. If you really have this thought, then let's wait until after you've given birth and recovered."
"It's fine if it's gentle, you can just go halfway, take it slow." Yang Xuelan said with a bashful smile.
