"Sigh!" Yang Chuxia said again, "I need to properly instill some concepts of late marriage and late childbearing in them. Imagine being called a grandma at thirty, how terrifying."
"There's still a long way to go, stop overthinking it." Ye Zi'an turned her around.
It made Ye Zi'an involuntarily lower his head.
"Hehe," upon hearing this, Ye Zi'an smiled lightly and kissed, like a satisfied cat.
Soon Yang Chuxia felt as if a fire was slowly burning again.
But this time, Ye Zi'an didn't insist on continuing. Instead, he quickly washed himself, took a towel to swiftly dry off and dress, before grabbing clothes for Yang Chuxia.
At this time, Yang Chuxia only realized she didn't have any clothes around, except for a piece of gauze in her hand.
"You planned this all along?"
Yang Chuxia's eyes deepened, this fox!
"Hehe, wife, hurry and put it on!" Ye Zi'an paused, then added, "My wife has always been passionate, aren't you overacting a bit?"
