Indeed, for a woman, premarital pregnancy is a big issue! If he was only lusting after her body and unwilling to take responsibility, that would indeed be troublesome.
But he said he wanted to take her to meet his parents, so how could he let her get pregnant before marriage? If there was a child, of course, it should be born, and incidentally, it meant they were considering marriage!
"What are you thinking about now!" Jian Anning shook her head, somewhat speechless. After pondering for a moment, she slowly said, "Just, you mentioned having a child... Are you ready to be a dad?"
Yu Zexiao looked at her; he really hadn’t prepared to be a dad before. Not to mention being a dad; he hadn’t even considered marriage.
Yet, when he heard what she said today to Lu Jiayuan—even though he was still very annoyed with Jian Anning’s trust in Situ Xuan—he was more touched by her unconditional love for him.
Although he hadn’t thought about getting married before—his plan was to meet the parents and then get engaged, and he hadn’t thought about having children at all—when he brought up having kids, it seemed natural, as if everything was just meant to be.
Now that he thought about it, having a little one who looked a lot like both her and him seemed like a rather nice idea, didn’t it?
"If it’s a child with you, I think it would be great."
This one sentence from Yu Zexiao wiped away all of Jian Anning’s worries.
A man willing to give you marriage and willing to have children with you must truly, deeply love that woman.
And she felt the same way, deeply in love with this man.
"Mm," she nodded, buried her head in his embrace, feeling the strong beating of his heart within his chest, and she also felt an inexplicably comforting sensation in her heart.
Her hair was cool and silky, rubbing against his chest, bringing him joy and peace.
He leaned slightly forward, just as she looked up, allowing him to see the faint mist in her eyes. Within that mist, there was the gentle affection she felt for him, as if, when they just talked about having children, her gaze had softened even more.
With this thought, his eyes brimmed with tenderness, he bowed his head and gently captured the corner of her lips. Unlike the turbulent kisses before, this kiss was as continuous and dense as the blossoms of spring, brilliant and fragrant.
After a long, deep kiss, their eyes met, like fine silver threads, intense enough to seem like they could drip water.
Yu Zexiao saw her flushed cheeks, post-love, like the most splendid sunset, utterly intoxicating!
The two of them were tenderly affectionate once more, and although Yu Zexiao was still breathless and eager to continue, he didn’t dare to delay the afternoon’s shoot, and whispered, "Let’s get up. The shoot this afternoon is about to start."
"Okay," she nodded, was just about to stand up but slumped to one side due to the soreness in her waist.
Yu Zexiao saw and was beaming with smiles.
What could give a man a greater sense of achievement than tiring out his own wife in that regard?
Jian Anning saw his heartless grin and was infuriated, "It’s all your fault, you did this."
"It was me," he said, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes...