Xie Cheng was utterly helpless. How did they always end up talking at cross purposes? He asked if her face hurt, yet she started telling him about the blood on her hand.
"Come here." Xie Cheng said.
"W-what for? D-don't you mess around, I've got a knife!" Ms. Xie Ji was scared out of her wits, terrified Xie Cheng would kill her for revenge, yet she was also cowardly. She knew she'd done wrong and couldn't openly go against him, so she shuffled over, slow as a snail.
Xie Cheng couldn't help laughing at the sight. He pinched her chin, lowered his head, and kissed her: "Stop fussing, all right?"
Ms. Xie Ji was scared stiff, not daring to move a muscle. Only after Xie Cheng let her go did she stammer out, trembling, "Y-you-you… what are you trying to do?"
Xie Cheng chuckled: "Aren't you the one in a rush to have a son to shore up your pride? Tonight I'll go make a son with you."
