David looked at the ceiling of the room with a lost expression on his face; it was difficult to tell what he was really thinking.
His expression matched the desolate atmosphere of the room, which had nothing except a single wooden bed and a simple-looking carpet.
Suddenly, he let out a sigh and turned his head to look at the almost naked Ruby, who quietly lay in the bed with her eyes closed and a peaceful expression on her face.
"I wonder what's going inside this girl's head," David thought while getting up from the bed. She was really serious about making babies.
David couldn't understand where all the seriousness was coming from, but he couldn't agree to her wishes.
He just couldn't randomly have a child; being a father required careful consideration—not everyone was fit to be a father.