Baby making practice

"What happened, Xing'er, don't you know that bastard can kill you?" Yan Feng said, looking serious. Mei Xing stopped on her track. She stared at Yan Feng in disbelief and wondered if he was mocking her or something. Yan Feng gave her a confused look, he nodded slightly, still gazing through her eyes and said coldly. "Am telling the truth, wife." Mei Xing nodded in disagreement. "You're really not, Yan Feng! If you had not come to help, you would see his helpless body in a pool of blood," Mei Xing enunciated carefully, then chuckled, a deep, resonant sound. Yan Feng walked a few steps closer to her, then rubbed her head like she was a young puppy.