"Wife, don't just stand there laughing," Ye Zi'an tugged at her hand again.
"..." Damn, where is this hand going? But she only muttered to herself for a second or two before pouncing again, "I think your clothes are quite an eyesore..."
In the next moment, the eyesore of a garment she mentioned was torn open...
After their passionate encounter, they lay in a lazy embrace, and Ye Zi'an chuckled as he caressed her belly.
"Hehe, you're overthinking it."
"Stop being so conceited, it was just a fluke," she pushed him, noting that it was really getting late, and then prepared to get up.
But Ye Zi'an pulled her back from behind, "Whether it's a fluke or not isn't for wife to decide."
"Stop kidding around, it's time to get up."
"How is this kidding? Your husband is just trying to ensure our daughter arrives soon... Come on, wife, cooperate a little. Don't you wish to have a cute little daughter?"