Xuanyuan Bei was furious, because of her words.
And because of her cold, indifferent deanor, as if he was the only one with passion, unilaterally enamored.
Though, it was mostly him being unilaterally enamored.
But, he just wished she could love him back the way he loved her.
Even if it wasn’t intense love, even a bit of ardor, a bit of tenderness would suffice.
However, for three years, she had always been cold and indifferent towards him, as if he were her enemy.
No, enemies would be better, at least she would feel hate.
But towards him, she didn’t even possess hate...
He couldn’t even compare to an enemy of hers; she treated the servants better than she treated him.
A self-mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as Xuanyuan Bei walked up behind her, gently embracing her, holding the petite her entirely in his arms, continually kissing her face, her neck.
He murmured vaguely, "Yue’er, let’s have a child too. A child of our own."
With a child, he believed she would consider the child’s sake and no longer think of leaving him.
Perhaps, for the child’s sake, she would treat him a little better...
Qiu Ruyue’s expression paused, and she shook her head, saying,
"You know I don’t want children, you can’t force . If you force again, I will..."
"Alright, I won’t pressure you," Xuanyuan Bei imdiately interrupted her.
He sighed softly in his heart.
He understood that her unwillingness to have children was for Ning’er.
She had always felt guilty toward Ning’er’s mother, remorseful toward Ning’er, so before Ning’er’s illness was cured, she adamantly refused to have children.
Even if Ning’er’s illness was cured, he doubted she would want children.
She didn’t want to birth a child who might rival Ning’er for affection or vie with Ning’er for inheritance.
This woman was always so kind, always thinking only of others.
Yet she had never thought of him...
"Yue’er, let’s not talk of leaving anymore, okay? This ti I have a premonition, they will cure Ning’er, and you won’t have to feel guilty anymore," Xuanyuan Bei held her tighter and tighter.
His hands massaged her body, making her clothes utterly disheveled.
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