Chapter 310: Fighting For A Na With Your Own Son?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Elvis sat behind Gu ngng, pointing at the eldest who was still acting cute, “I like this na, I want to change with him. He will be called Elvis and I will be called Hede.”
Gu ngng snorted with a laugh, turning towards Elvis asking, “Fighting for a na with your own son? Only you would think of doing that.”
Black-faced, Elvis said, “Didn’t you say you loved the most? And you’re not even going to give a na?”
Gu ngng really took her hats off to the way Elvis’ mind worked. He convinced her to accept Lea every day, but now he was getting jealous over their son.
Deep inside, Gu ngng knew her husband was open to persuasion but not to coercion. So she pulled his hands to her waist, playing with his long fingers while saying, “But I still feel that Elvis is the na that suits you more. Furthermore, I am used to calling you that. I call Elvis when I need help, when I am bored, when I miss you, when I get mad at you. If you changed your na, I think I would not get used to it.”
Elvis lightened up, holding Gu ngng’s hands back, “Do you really think, Elvis sounds nicer?”
Gu ngng nodded, “This is the most special na, to . It carried our mories, and... my love for you. So, this na, is one and only.”
Elvis smiled, kissing Gu ngng on her cheeks, “If you say it is the best, then it is the best.”
Gu ngng smiled and asked, “So are you still going to change nas with Hede?”
Elvis raised his brows and looked at Hede with cool detachnt, “He has to defeat first before becoming the Leader of Saint Nazaire. Him? Pfft, wait for a hundred years more.”
Gu ngng chuckled and turned around to continue looking at her son.
“Baby, what do you think? From now on you will be called Hede, what about that?”
Hede did not know what was going on, he only knew his mother sounded very warm and affectionate when she called him Hede, so he shouted a few tis in happiness, making Gu ngng laugh again.
“He said he likes it.” Elvis translated.
Gu ngng was shocked, turning around to look at Elvis, asking, “You can understand baby talk?”
Elvis smiled lovingly, then rubbed Gu ngng’s tiny head, “Is my Xiao ng really going to get Momnesia from birthing these four kids?”
“Grr... you asking for a beating?” Gu ngng glared in annoyance at Elvis. It was a pity that she broke into laughter after being stern for only a mont, as she pushed Elvis’ arms, “Tell now, stop beating around the bush.”
Elvis pointed at Hede, “He is a wolf.”
Gu ngng nodded, expressing that she knew.
Then Elvis pointed at himself, “So am I.”
Gu ngng batted her eyelashes, “But from where I was, sounds made by infants were aningless, it was impossible to decipher.”
Elvis put his face against Gu ngng’s profile, lightly licking on her earlobe, then puffing his warm breath on her auricle, replying gently, “Wolves, never make any aningless sounds, they never have.”
Gu ngng felt her heart palpitate. They had been husband and wife for so long and even had four sons, but she still felt hormones increasing in levels with each passing day from Elvis. Just him moving closer would make her heart beat uncontrollably.
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