"What is this for?" Walter Schmidt frowned, his tall frame standing by the bed, slightly leaning over her, puzzled by her actions.
Emma Benson didn't answer, but pointed to the pillow and said, "Help me bring it over."
The man grabbed the pillow and handed it to her. After Emma received it, she placed the pillow under her waist. Once she was comfortable, she noticed the man's puzzled expression, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
She then pulled his head down and whispered in his ear, explaining that this position was conducive to conception.
Upon hearing this, the man's expression darkened a little, with a tinge of heartache in his eyes.
"Emma..." He sat down, holding her head with one hand while stroking her delicate chin with the other, "I've said it many times, don't deliberately think about it. It only adds pressure to yourself. In this life, having you is enough for me. Let's not force or insist on having a child, okay?"
