Let's Divorce As Agreed Chapter 617: Have You Gained Some Weight?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

He Ming held Xiaong’s hand as they walked upstairs.

“What’s the matter you want to talk to about?” He Ming had been thinking about this all day.

Xiaong pouted and then gave a soft smile. “Let’s go ho first, we’ll talk about it there.”

He Ming raised an eyebrow. “Can’t tell now? Is it good news or bad news? Let prepare myself ntally.”

The more she teased him, the more he wanted to know.

“Like I said, I’ll tell you when we get ho. Why do you keep asking? Not cute at all,” Xiaong ignored him and unlocked the door.

In fact, Xiaong felt much better after she had figured things out.

She let out a long sigh of relief.

“He Ming, am I the woman you want to spend your life with?” She suddenly looked at him with eager eyes.

“What are you randomly thinking about now?” He Ming couldn’t understand what won were thinking all day long.

“Tell , am I?” She shook his arm.

“You’ll be my wife, my lifelong companion,” He Ming said firmly. From the beginning, he wasn’t playing around.

“Couples also get divorced, right? In today’s society, divorce is pretty normal, isn’t it?”

“No, you’re the only wife I’ll have in my lifeti, there won’t be anyone else.” He Ming looked at her, speaking earnestly and solemnly.

“Okay, I believe you.” Xiaong threw herself into his embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

Having been with He Ming for so long, Xiaong knew he was the kind of person who did what he promised. He might not easily make commitnts, but once he did, he would do everything in his power to fulfill them.

So she didn’t have much to worry about. External factors could be overco as long as they were united in purpose.

All she had to do now was to trust him wholeheartedly.

As Xiaong contemplated, she placed He Ming’s hand on her abdon. “Feel it, what do you sense?”

He Ming, being a bit thick-skinned, didn’t catch on imdiately. “Are you gaining weight?”

Xiaong couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. “Try again.”

He Ming’s warm and sturdy palm gently moved over her abdon. Squinting slightly, he earnestly pondered what she was trying to express.

But despite his efforts, he couldn’t figure it out. “Are you… feeling unwell? Should I massage it for you?”

“No, that’s not it. Guess again, there’s a prize if you get it right.” Xiaong was really starting to feel defeated by his dullness. What if their child inherited his slowness? How would she manage?

In truth, it wasn’t entirely He Ming’s fault. He was afraid to think in that direction, fearing he might guess wrong and upset Xiaong.

“Are you trying to say…?” Suddenly, a hint of a smile flickered in He Ming’s eyes. Even though it was a joke, he said it with such seriousness.

Seeing his intense gaze, Xiaong instantly understood where his thoughts had gone. She couldn’t help but pat him. “He Ming, why are you so slow? Can we still have a pleasant conversation?”

How could there be such a clueless man? She had dropped hints, both direct and indirect, but he still couldn’t figure it out. Now she was worried that if their child inherited his personality, it would be beyond words.

Facing such a blockhead was enough, but to have another one? It would truly drive her crazy.

“What does it an then?” He Ming gave up guessing. Won’s minds were like needles in the sea. How could he know what challenge she was throwing at him?

Xiaong couldn’t help but find it amusing and exasperating at the sa ti. This man seed sharp on the surface, but when faced with situations like this, he could be incredibly dense.