"It's not a matter of liking or disliking, I'm indifferent to having children or not." Glancing at her, Xing Liehuo's dark eyes shimmered with an unusual tint, and he spoke unclearly, which was completely out of character for his usual directness.
"I like it, but why don't I still believe it, huh?" She nudged him with her head, Lian Qiao pouting slightly, speaking with a mixture of grievance and seriousness. With this movement, her soft hair fell in strands around his neck.
Sometimes, this girl really acts childishly.
Turning to pull her into his embrace, Xing Liehuo rubbed her head and gently breathed into her ear, "It's okay, would you be my daughter instead?"
Lian Qiao laughed and swatted away his large hand—
"When did you learn to joke around?"
Holding her tightly, the warmth in the palm of Mister Xing grew hotter, urging the little monster at the bottom of his heart on.
