Qiao Xu tactfully got out of bed and walked over to him, voluntarily wrapping her arm around his. "Island Master, let’s chat."
Lu Moqing glanced sideways at her, looking at the pretty face with a flattering and charming expression. He snorted softly, "How co you’re not calling husband anymore?"
Seeing Qiao Xu looking at him seriously, she said, "If I call you husband, I think you’re going to spend another hour in the bathroom."
Lu Moqing: "..."
He looked helplessly at Qiao Xu, realizing that his wife seed to be in an exceptionally good mood today. She not only acted like a little woman, throwing tantrums at him, but also teased him with lewd comnts.
Recalling when he first entered the room, she suddenly rushed towards him like a butterfly, and even took the initiative to speak sweet words to him. He couldn’t help wondering if she had encountered so good news that she was hiding from him and not letting him know.
With this thought in mind, he squinted at her and asked, "Are you very happy today?"
"When am I ever not happy?"
Qiao Xu raised her eyebrows at him, and as if afraid that he might find out sothing, she quickly seized the initiative and said:
"Or should I say, you don’t want to see happy like this?"
"What are you talking about?"
Lu Moqing raised his hand and patted her head lightly, pulling her to the side of the bed to lie down.
"Didn’t you want to chat with ? What do you want to talk about?"
Qiao Xu lay down beside him, quietly placing her hand on her stomach, and said:
"Husband, you’ve been so looking forward to having a daughter. What if I give birth to a son in the future? Will you not love him then?"
"Of course."
Lu Moqing answered without hesitation, and the next second, he saw his wife’s face darken.
He hurriedly said in a wronged tone, "There’s already one man competing with for my wife at ho. If there’s another one, I’ll definitely be unhappy."
Qiao Xu’s lips twitched, and she said irritably:
"That makes sense. So if I have a daughter, there’ll be another person competing with for my husband. Then what’s the point of giving birth? I might as well not have any kids."
Lu Moqing laughed as he listened to his wife’s "pretentious" coquetry. He stretched out his hand and put it around Qiao Xu’s shoulder, saying, "Daughters are princesses, and you are my queen. No matter how good a princess is, she’ll never be as important as my queen."
Qiao Xu’s lips twitched again, and she changed the topic:
"If I beco pregnant, have you already thought about the na of our child?"
"I decided a long ti ago, if it’s a son, he’ll be called Qiao San, and if it’s a daughter, she’ll be nad Lu Xinyou."
Qiao Xu: "..."
There’s quite a disparity in the treatnt of these two nas.
If she continues to have sons in the future, will they be nad Qiao Wu, Qiao Liu...
Lu Xinyou, this na...
"Doesn’t the daughter’s na sound a bit too antiquated?"
"Is the antiquated style not good? Don’t you think it’s very poetic?"
He held Qiao Xu’s hand, and the mont she looked up, his deep black eyes locked onto her and enveloped her entire being into his warm, spring-like eyes, her whole body wrapped in his deep affection.
"Qingqing Zijin, my heart is lingering."
Qiao Xu’s heart was suddenly struck by his confession, feeling itchy, and a trace of sweetness. With a shy smile, tinged with a young girl’s shyness, she buried her face in Lu Moqing’s arms, and after a long while, she suddenly lowered her voice and said, "I heard that this verse from the ’Book of Songs’ is about homosexuality."
Lu Moqing: "..."
He raised his hand and gently patted her buttocks. He sternly said, "How dare you spoil the atmosphere during such a good mont?"
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