"I was just saying it casually."
"Casually?" Shi Yu's gaze darkened, his voice cold and bloodthirsty: "Don't bring it up again!"
"Oh!"
Shen Cheng responded, stood up and walked back to the bed, lying there and staring at the crystal chandelier above, pondering her thoughts.
After a while, she abruptly asked, "Do you prefer sons or daughters?"
Following a brief silence, his voice, neither cold nor warm, replied, "I like both."
Shen Cheng smiled, "I like sons."
"Hmm?"
Shen Cheng didn't speak, wondering if this man, with his strong possessive desire, would compete with his son for affection.
The thought deepened the smile at the corners of her mouth.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep; seeing that she hadn't even covered herself with the blanket, Shi Yu frowned, rose from the couch, walked to the bed, and reached out to pull the blanket over her, completely disregarding the fact that he was still an injured man.
