As the word "birth" was fully uttered, Ming Ge suddenly realized what she had said so aggressively and wished she could cover her own mouth.
Why can't your mouth have a filter?!
"..."
In the end, the man's magnificent lips curved into a slight, amused smile, "What do you say?"
Those three words were inexplicably alluring.
HIs deep and slightly husky voice entered Ming Ge's ears, and her entire heart tightened.
It wasn't the emotions of confusion, nervousness, or helplessness.
Rather—
It was a tremble of the heartstrings.
Unable to stop herself, Ming Ge slightly lowered her eyelashes, avoiding the man's dark pupils that seemed to hide a narrow and clever hint of amusement, and she murmured softly, "Who knows..."
"You," he said, his hand, long and clean, reached out and enveloped Ming Ge's hand, his head slightly lowered, "Only you. Only the children born by you."