Wen Nuan felt a slight sting at the tip of her nose, her thoughts swirling endlessly.
Once, he had wickedly sworn by her ear that he would never let her have his child. Now, he was saying he wanted a baby with her...
"Do you really want one?" Wen Nuan bit her lip slightly and looked up at him, hesitation in her eyes.
After they fell in love, he never really brought up the topic. Even when they went to the old house and Li Qiu asked about children, he would always brush it off vaguely. She had always thought he didn’t like babies.
"I do. Today at the company, my assistant had to bring his son because of something. Watching them play happily, for some reason, I suddenly had the urge to become a father."
He didn’t know what was going on with himself. He liked children, but after marrying her, because he didn’t like her, he had stubbornly resisted the idea of having a child with her. Now, with all the knots in his heart untied, seeing his assistant’s baby, he couldn’t help but pinch the little one’s face. Hearing the soft call of "Uncle" brought a unique warmth to his heart.
He thought to himself, he really wanted to be a dad now.
He sighed gently, holding her face in his hands: "Nuannuan, let’s have a baby. If you don’t want to take care of it yourself, you can give it to Mom to raise; she’d be more than happy."
Wen Nuan bit her lip, she wasn’t mentally prepared. However, looking at the hopeful look in his eyes, at the face that captivated her, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse. She had even thought before, if he truly wanted it, she would unhesitatingly have a child for him.
"Nuannuan, let’s not overthink it. Let’s try, and if it succeeds, it means the child is destined to be with us, alright?"
"Mm~" That strange tingling sensation drove away every trace of sleepiness, and Wen Nuan’s body trembled slightly.
Leng Yan let out a low hum, then scooped her up horizontally, placed her onto the bed, and eagerly took off his clothes, pressing down on top of her.
"Weiwei baby, you’re finally all mine today." Zhou Boliang assisted Ji Wei into the room, and as soon as they were inside, he quickly kicked the door shut and laid her onto the hotel’s large bed.
His saliva almost dripped as he admired her perfect figure, unable to resist worshipping every part of her body with kisses.
He loved women like her, whose beauty could awaken every possessive cell in his body. He couldn’t wait to undress her.
"What’s this?" he frowned, noticing the lake-blue lace wrapped around Ji Wei’s wrist, and tried to untie it.
Ji Wei, in a daze, felt a sharp pain on her wrist, and combined with the cool sensation from her clothes being removed, finally began to regain some clarity.
Her wrist seemed to be bleeding. She suddenly remembered the incident on set when her hand was hit by Wen Nuan’s small electric fan, and later she fell into water, which led to inflammation. Just now, when Zhou Boliang accidentally tugged on her wound, it inadvertently saved her.