At this moment, Mo Qiansu no longer wanted to bother with the past or the future.
As long as his affection for her was sincere right now, that was enough!
In her mind, she was already imagining the look on Gu Xuanye's face when he found out on Xiaoyu's birthday that he had a four-year-old son, and that she was the one who had given birth to him...
The atmosphere in another bedroom was also exceptionally warm.
Little Cherry hugged her stuffed doll, gazing at the ceiling with her eyes rolling around, and then touched her own little belly with a troubled face, wondering about something.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" The Little Demon King, too, hadn't fallen asleep; he had already stealthily glanced over at Little Cherry a few times.
Little Cherry turned her little body to look at him, "Brother Xiaoyu, Daddy said that a baby can only be made when two people sleep together. We've been sleeping together for two nights now. Do you think there's a little baby of yours in my tummy?"
