"Do you really hope that I've touched lots of women?"
Watching the woman's incredulously blank stare, Huo Beichen's eyes twitched in amusement before he viciously bit down on her chest as punishment, "And that night, we weren't giving birth to Little Xingchen, but making Little Xingchen! Don't add ten months onto our son's age!"
"He's not that old, only a little over three, not four!"
"How did you manage all these years, then?"
As for whether that night was about giving birth to or making their son, Ye Nuanxi seemed not to hear it; all her attention was on how the man had managed during these four years, "You weren't relying on blow-up dolls, were you?"
Huo Beichen: "..."
"Blow-up dolls? What the hell!"
Huo Beichen almost choked on his breath, nearly passing out with anger. This woman's imagination was truly something else, "Ye Nuanxi, if you keep spouting nonsense, I'll make sure you don't even have the strength to talk!"
"Then you..."
