Fu Xuebing was thoroughly woken by Li Jia's accusing tone.
Under the eaves, he stared with his innocent little eyes, confusedly asking, "Where did this come from?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" Li Jia retorted.
"Oh oh, I remember now. I was sleeping so hazily, you've got me all confused," Fu Xuebing said annoyedly, "This must have been prepared for the two of us, what else could it be for?"
"Since when have you used something like this? Aren't you planning on having kids?" Li Jia asked furiously.
Human emotions are indeed strange.
Just a moment ago when Li Jia was sitting there, Yang Fan saw her face was blooming like a peach blossom, flushed with the afterglow of intimacy. But with just one questioning, the romantic flush on her face faded instantly, turning to anger.
Apart from anything else, this woman's acting skills were truly formidable.
