After Lin Jiaojiao left, Liu Mang started to feel a headache coming on. Being a man with such a demonically charming little aunt was truly a mix of pain and pleasure.
Lin Ziyan, curious, asked, "What did Jiaojiao whisper to you?"
Liu Mang said, "You wouldn't believe it even if I told you, so better I don't."
"How will I know whether to believe it or not if you don't tell me? Stop beating around the bush and just spill it."
"What if I told you that Jiaojiao has taken a fancy to me and wants me to break up with you and marry her, would you believe that?"
"As if I would." Lin Ziyan retorted irritably. With the way Liu Mang was, what was there to like? How could her sister possibly fall for him? "Stop talking nonsense. What are we going to do tonight?"
Liu Mang glanced at the soft bed and rubbed his hands together with a mischievous grin, "What else is there to do? As husband and wife, we do what we should do, right? How about we strive to have a baby early?"
