Just as Cheng Yang was tossing the makeup wipes in the bin, he saw Qiao Anxia staring at him. Bending forward, he patted her face and lightly asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Qiao Anxia snapped out of her daze and shook her head, her eyes still focused on him.
He chuckled as he stood up, then walked to the sofa that was piled full of things.
Qiao Anxia knew that he was finding her makeup bag. She stared at his back for a while more before asking, "Cheng Yang, would you prefer a boy or a girl?"
She could clearly see him still, but the next moment, he turned, glancing at her. "Why the sudden question?"
Qiao Anxia could sense his nervousness, it was as though he was worried about something. "Even Qiao Qiao is pregnant, I think it's time we consider this issue. So, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
Cheng Yang calmed slightly upon her response. "You want to hear the truth?"
"Hmm," she replied. Then added, "Obviously."
