Li Zhiyan's heart was also filled with longing, Aunt Fang really had the smallest mouth.
Besides her, he couldn't find anyone with such a small one.
The two kissed, and Li Zhiyan lifted Fang Zhiya in his arms.
Then they headed to the bedroom, where he gently tossed Fang Zhiya onto the bed.
Li Zhiyan lay down too, holding Fang Zhiya close, letting her rest in his embrace.
"Xiao Yan, I'm sorry, Auntie was still hoping to get pregnant."
Previously, to get pregnant, Fang Zhiya often kept her legs up after trying to conceive, all to increase the chances of pregnancy.
But now her period had come again.
Talking about this topic, Li Zhiyan could feel that Aunt Fang was ultimately a little scared, which was normal, since it's not that easy for a 42-year-old woman to get pregnant or have a child.
"Aunt Fang, don't worry, I'm young and have plenty of capital."
"We'll still be together."
"If not in a month, then in a year, trying hundreds of times, we'll surely have a baby, won't we?"
