Then he paused for a moment and said, "It's fine, it won't happen, the kids have already been born."
If they go back, they should have done it eight hundred years ago.
Song Tingfan was silent for a while and quietly said, "If you leave, I'll leave too."
Lin Qiao naturally understood what he meant by leaving, immediately sat up, and stared at him, "What about our daughter and son?"
She wasn't actually worried about their daughter and son, but about him, hoping he'd have some attachment in his heart.
"I'll take care of them." Song Tingfan lay down with her again, gave her a couple of kisses, and seriously said, "I'm living for you."
"Don't do anything foolish, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey. You must live a long life." Lin Qiao spat into the air a few times.
"Yes, we'll live a long life together." Song Tingfan gradually moved closer to her, and then the woman's dress loosened.
"What are you doing? Behave yourself!"
"No, no, no..."
"Husband, husband, my waist hurts..."
