Enraged, Xing Liehuo roared fiercely, "It's late, go to sleep!"
"Mmm..."
"If you can't sleep, shall we do some 'productive construction'?"
Upon hearing this, Lian Qiao's face felt a bit feverish, but no one could see it.
Men who are gentlemen by day and beasts by night, always focusing on those three inches below the belly button, talking about 'productive construction'...
No, wait, 'productive construction'?
The words 'productive construction' flashed through her mind, suddenly reminding her of something odd.
Even if she's a bit careless, she's still a girl who understands the basic knowledge of physiology. She and Brother Huo have been together for a few months, quite diligent in that area, and he never pulled out, nor gave her a chance to use contraceptives… So why? How come she had never "hit the jackpot"?
