"How is it possible that you say who our daughter likes, and she'll just like that person?" Jian Shichu pinched her cheek, "You're too idealistic. What if she ends up liking a guy with bad character? Then you'd be the one crying!"
"No way!" Ye Qingci teased him, "Our Seventh Master Jian's daughter will definitely have great taste. There's no way she'd fall for a guy with bad character! That's absolutely impossible!"
"Alright, stop flattering your husband," Jian Shichu patted her cheek, "Don't even think about having a daughter. I won't agree to it!"
Ye Qingci got angry, turned her back to him, and lay on the bed, ignoring him.
Jian Shichu sighed, hugged her from behind, and softly said, "Wife, if I could, I'd have ten or eight without any problem. But for you to have them, I just can't bear it."
His warm, magnetic voice echoed in Ye Qingci's ears, indescribably tender and lingering.
Ye Qingci felt a warmth in her heart, and tears almost fell.
