Such endurance, isn’t it cruel to himself as well?
Tang Li rembered him sitting in the grand hall of Guangyuan Temple listening to the morning lessons. Since that ti, she should have seen that Song Baiyan was unlike ordinary people in stamina and mindset.
But even if his desires were few, he was still a man.
Tang Li approached quietly, standing behind Song Baiyan, and said, "I want to have a child, your child."
Song Baiyan paused in his smoking when he heard her.
Then, he turned around, t her persistent gaze, his expression softened a little, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Still a child yourself, and you want to have a baby?"
"Only you think I’m still a child."
Tang Li stared at him, her body slowly moving closer: "Actually, I’m not young at all."
As she spoke, she pulled over the man’s left hand.
She placed Song Baiyan’s hand on her chest, those bright deer eyes looking at him, and then, leaning close to his ear, she asked softly, "I’m not wearing a bra, does it feel like a B-cup?"
Song Baiyan imdiately withdrew his hand, his deanor much more serious: "Go back to sleep."
"Let’s sleep together." Tang Li was adamant.
Song Baiyan looked at her sideways, helplessly because of her persistence, but also feeling a headache. Suddenly, Tang Li said, "I’ve thought it through. Having a child now, I could let your mother take care of it. I’ll continue being an actress and find ways to visit the child when I can. We can tell others that it’s a child adopted by your family."
She paused, then continued, "Unless you’re playing with my feelings, I will surely marry you one day. Since I’m going to marry you sooner or later, having a child for you now is not a big deal."
So, if he doesn’t agree tonight, it ans he’s toying with her.
Song Baiyan found it amusing, but his gaze softened a bit, lifting his right hand that was holding the cigarette, thumb gently caressing her chin: "Do you know what you’re saying?"
"I know, I want to be Mrs. Song."
Song Baiyan’s fingers moved up, playing with her hair by her ear, making Tang Li feel his tenderness: "Such a young age, are you not afraid of your tongue slipping with such bold words?"
Before he had finished, Tang Li stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
Her arms firmly wrapped around his shoulders.
I’m not speaking boastfully.
Tang Li answered in her heart.
She truly wanted to have his child.
Not getting married didn’t matter; she just wanted to first have a child that belonged to them.
If in the future, he was destined to leave her first, having his child by her side would an she wouldn’t be lost; at the very least, she’d have the motivation to continue striving and living.
From now on, there were four years left.
She was afraid she wouldn’t make it in ti.
At least, she wanted to let him hold their child in his arms.
Tang Li’s kisses were without any technique, actively pressing against Song Baiyan’s thin lips, her arms continuously tightening around him. The pillow in her hand had long been dropped to the ground. Thinking that the big bed was just beside them, she wanted to push him down onto it. Alas, due to the great difference in strength between n and won and the fact that Song Baiyan was not frail, her insistence only resulted in her hanging onto him.
Eventually, her hands started to beco mischievous.
While kissing Song Baiyan desperately, she tried to undo the buttons of his shirt; finding them difficult, her hands moved down, struggling to undo his trouser button.
Song Baiyan was kissed by her, passively entangled with Tang Li for a while, his heart feeling as if it was being tickled by a small hand, half the cigarette set aside on the bedside table, then he wrapped his arms around Tang Li’s back and pressed her down onto the bed in one smooth motion.
His large hand moved down, restraining her misbehaving hands.
The left hand wearing a watch pinned above her head, their lips and tongues still not parting.
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