It was you who was wrong wasn't it

"You are my man, not some relative." Hearing this, Jiang Shuxia got up from the man's embrace. Squinting at him.

He held her hand with a smile, his black pupils were so deep they seemed to see through to the end, "Who said that I can act as all the male characters in your life. As long as you need it. "

"You make it sound so good?" She raised her eyebrows, her small hands hooked onto the man's robe. Suddenly, she asked, "Can the son do it?"

Without a doubt, the man's face finally darkened. In a moment, Lingxuyao grabbed her waist, and his lips were covered up, "Your son, it's fine, if you like it, we can give birth to one."

"Uh-you said so! All male characters. " Jiang Shuxia pressed her small hands against him and frowned in dissatisfaction.

She only wanted to tease this man.

He gave a low, steady laugh. "All the male characters I'm talking about are just the ones older than you."