"So, the kids will have your last name in the future?"
"Pfft, who's going to have kids for you? Dream on."
"If you don't bear my children, who will? I insist on you!"
In the darkness, Zhou Yuwen began to gently fondle the pitifully scant fabric of Zheng Yanyan's nightgown; Zheng Yanyan started to moan, and the two engaged in a back-and-forth.
At this time, Zheng Yanyan's voice was incredibly sweet. Eventually, she climbed on top of Zhou Yuwen and said to him, "I'm going to drain you dry! That way, you won't be able to look for other women."
Though she said this, Zhou Yuwen's popularity with the girls indeed became a source of worry for Zheng Yanyan. Sometimes, Zheng Yanyan thought it would be nice if Zhou Yuwen weren't so appealing to other girls.
The weather in November was unpredictable, alternating between cold and hot. At the beginning of the month, the weather suddenly turned cold, making it feel like autumn was on its way, yet the rain had only just passed two days ago.
