Li Ya's little head shook, and her two braids swayed with it.
That instant, Zhang Xiaoshan actually imagined himself grabbing those two braids and attacking from behind.
So sinful, way too sinful.
Li Ya's words snapped him out of his daydream.
"Well, that didn't happen, I just saw my mom knocking at your door, saying something about wanting you to have a son and that you lied to her."
"That's terrible, this is all my mom's wishful thinking, I really had no idea. If you don't believe me, you can ask her to confront me about it."
"No, there's no need for that."
Li Ya immediately refused.
Which daughter would ask her own mother about such things?
"I'm not worried about you, after all my mom is getting on in the years, and you probably wouldn't be interested, but I'm afraid my mom won't give up and keep pestering you. She's actually in pretty good shape, and I'm afraid you won't be able to resist."
