"Dear, do you want a boy, or a girl?"
We held each other close, her eyes half-closed, basking in the afterglow while she lazily whispered sweet nothings.
When it came to children, Song Yiran's face was full of longing.
"Either is fine!"
At first, when she mentioned artificial insemination to have a baby, I thought it was absurd. I was only nineteen and didn't want to be a dad yet, but gradually, I'd come to accept it.
"I think either is good too. Maybe, it will be twins—with a dragon and a phoenix! You are so strong; it really could be!" Song Yiran said with a giggle before throwing a seductive glance my way and planting a kiss on me.
We continued, for a long time.
We were both so lost in each other, endlessly craving more, and time and time again, I poured all I had into her beautiful body, until she could take no more.
