Qiao Yongyong's heart skipped a beat, weakly: "Husband...you're not going to the pharmacy to buy me medicine again, are you..."
He frowned, looked at the somewhat anxious little woman beside him, feeling something knock inside him: "Do you really want to have my child that much?"
She nodded.
"Childbirth is very painful."
"I'm not afraid of pain."
"Childbirth will make you gain a lot of weight."
"If I gain weight then so be it. But...if you prefer me to be a little slimmer, I'll lose the weight after giving birth... as long as you don't make me take medicine." The Little Demoness sat cross-legged on the seat, tugging at his arm and starting to act coy.
He wasn't interested in kids at all; he had spent the first half of his life with his mind entirely on his career, enduring humiliation for it, even to the point of forsaking emotions.
