What's the premise for working hard?
Her eyelids felt so heavy, she wanted to sleep, oh how she longed to sleep.
But Pei Yibai didn't see things Song Weiyi's way, lightly patting her face a few times, "Wife, don't sleep, it's still early, don't you want to have kids anymore?"
"Can we do it tomorrow? I'm really sleepy," Song Weiyi yawned, haggling with him.
"Tomorrow your mother-in-law is taking you for a prenatal checkup. If you don't put in the effort now, by that time..."
Song Weiyi's sleepiness receded slightly, and she opened her eyes to stare at him.
Even if they were diligent tonight, it wouldn't be possible for a checkup tomorrow to reveal anything, right?
"But I..."
"Shh..."
"Tell me, who do you love the most?"
Song Weiyi's eyelashes trembled, and just like Pei Yibai had imagined, she spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "It's my husband, it's Pei Yibai."
