Do You Prefer a Son or a Daughter?

Looking at his wife's pitiful expression, which was similar to that of a drenched kitten, and how she kept tugging at his arm with that vulnerable gaze, there was no way Xie Limo's heart wouldn't melt.

He sighed helplessly. He had no way to deal with her. He was usually cold and aloof, but only she had the power to tear down his walls.

"Hey, please? I wasn't thinking properly at that time. I used to picture how you would look like carrying our child, and I didn't expect that image to overlap with this. That's why I didn't have enough time to react. I have no idea why I fainted…"

The more Yun Bixue explained herself, the more he felt like it was his fault. He immediately lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers. His kiss was gentle as a drizzle and as cool as a spring breeze. Yun Bixue could only hold on to his sleeve, accepting the tender and gentle adoration he was showering her.