"Wife, don’t just stand there laughing," Ye Zi’an tugged at her hand again.
"..." Damn, where is this hand going? But she only muttered to herself for a second or two before pouncing again, "I think your clothes are quite an eyesore..."
In the next mont, the eyesore of a garnt she ntioned was torn open...
After their passionate encounter, they lay in a lazy embrace, and Ye Zi’an chuckled as he caressed her belly.
"Hehe, you’re overthinking it."
"Stop being so conceited, it was just a fluke," she pushed him, noting that it was really getting late, and then prepared to get up.
But Ye Zi’an pulled her back from behind, "Whether it’s a fluke or not isn’t for wife to decide."
"Stop kidding around, it’s ti to get up."
"How is this kidding? Your husband is just trying to ensure our daughter arrives soon... Co on, wife, cooperate a little. Don’t you wish to have a cute little daughter?"
"..." Yang Chuxia wanted to say, did she really want one? Daughters require more worrying than sons, pampered from childhood, and during their teenage years worrying about them being cheated, and even after they are married, worrying about whether they would be bullied by their in-laws. Is her husband being good to her, whether she’s getting along with her sisters-in-law, truly, the worries never end.
However, these were just her thoughts, Ye Zi’an, on the other hand, was intent on having a daughter...
It was not until the afternoon that a series of sharp knocking sounds from outside woke the couple from their deep sleep.
"Mother, mother..."
"Father, father..."
"Get up, there’s a fire, get up, there’s a fire..."
Ye Zi’an, hearing this, was the first to get out of bed, rubbing his forehead, "This kid, what is he shouting about?"
And there’s a fire, if there really was one, would it be his turn to cry out?
"At the age when he’s learning to talk, he mimics anything anyone says. Who knows where he picked this up from." Yang Chuxia turned over, still feeling too lazy to get up.
But the incessant knocking forced her to rise from bed.
"Mother..."
"Is this kid trying to break our door?"
"You get dressed first, I’ll go open the door. If we let him keep knocking, the whole courtyard will know we haven’t gotten up yet," grumbled Ye Zi’an.
Hearing his words, Yang Chuxia glared at him. Whose fault was it for getting up so late? Unsatisfied after one round, insisting on indulging until content, n full of carnal desires truly are hard to deal with.
Facing her glare, all Ye Zi’an could do was chuckle.
Upon opening the door, the little figure who was leaning on it lost balance and bumped straight into Ye Zi’an.
"Giggle..." Hugging his father’s leg and looking up with a happy grin, "Daddy, you’re so lazy!"
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