"What if I really am pregnant..." Lu Xiaoyou ruffled Long Xiliang's hair vigorously:
"I'll give birth, and you be the stay-at-home dad!"
Their gazes locked together.
"Long Xiliang, if I really get pregnant with your child, I'll want more."
She spoke to him earnestly.
The man asked, "What do you want?" There was a clear sense of delight in his voice and eyes.
Lu Xiaoyou didn't speak.
"Whatever you want, I'll give you."
They both understood each other, even if Lu Xiaoyou didn't say it, Long Xiliang could guess.
Lu Xiaoyou smiled, just about to say something when the phone on the bedside table rang.
Long Xiliang disliked being interrupted, and his brows furrowed.
"Hand me the phone." Lu Xiaoyou lay in bed, too lazy to move.
The man stretched out his long arm and handed her the mobile phone, pressing to answer it and putting it to her ear.
The voice on the phone was also audible to Long Xiliang:
