"Li Mochan," she called out again.
Li Mochan patiently humd a response, his fingertips weaving through her hair, "What’s up?"
Ye Jiuliang lifted her head, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, "Who do you think our baby will look more like in the future?"
The sudden shift in topic took Li Mochan by surprise. He stared at her for a mont, a pleasing curve forming on his lips, "Why did you suddenly think to ask that?"
"Just asking," Ye Jiuliang said as she rocked his arm, "You answer first."
Li Mochan’s eyes flickered, "If I tell you, you won’t get angry?"
"Mhm," she nodded.
"Then I guess more like ."
Ye Jiuliang blinked, purely curious, "Why?"
After a mont of silence, he stifled a laugh, "If they’re too much like you, too mischievous, I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle them."
One little rascal was enough for him to cajole. If he had to soothe the older one, how would he have the energy to pacify the younger? Besides, if his wife and child tead up against him, it would surely give him a headache.
Therefore, it was best if the child were more like him.
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe, Ye Jiuliang’s pretty little face turned dark, and she pushed him away.
"Are you saying you dislike ?"
Seeing her pouty lips, which could hang an oil bottle, Li Mochan couldn’t help but laugh.
He grabbed her hand, but before it could warm up, she pulled away.
The amusent deepened in Li Mochan’s eyes, "Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t get angry?"
"So what if I get angry?" Ye Jiuliang glanced at him sideways and snorted.
"Being as clever and good-looking as I am, if the kid is like , everyone would adore them. If they were cold like you, they might not even find a wife in the future."
"Can’t find a wife?" Li Mochan smiled playfully, "Then how did you fall for ?"
Ye Jiuliang snapped back fiercely, "I was young and naive, do you understand?"
"Naive? Where?" Li Mochan suddenly leaned in close, and while she was off guard, he stole a kiss from her lips, "Isn’t Master Jiu always exceptionally clever?"
Finding the tension quickly diffused, Ye Jiuliang smacked her lips and glanced at him with irritation, "Don’t try that with Master Jiu, it won’t work."
Li Mochan extended his strong arm, pulling her back into his embrace, speculating, "Did seeing Baona pregnant today make you emotional?"
Ye Jiuliang burrowed into his embrace, her voice muffled, "What if I can’t take good care of the child?"
Such a tiny little bundle, could she really take care of it? What if the baby got hurt because of her?
Upon learning of the pregnancy, her emotions were indescribably complex, especially at this mont. She was, in fact, sowhat worried, fearing that those lurking in the shadows would harm her baby.
She was accustod to living on the edge of life and death for a long ti, but the baby was different. So tiny, she worried she wouldn’t be able to protect them well enough.
Now understanding the cause of her worry, Li Mochan couldn’t help but smile. He leaned close to her ear, "Silly, who said the kid needs your protection?"
"Hm?" Ye Jiuliang lifted her head from his chest, her gaze puzzled, "How can you say the child doesn’t need protection when they’re so small?"
"I’ll take care of the child," he said.
eting his serious expression, Ye Jiuliang felt an urge to laugh, "And what about ?"
If he was going to take care of the child alone, what was her role?
Without hesitation, he declared, "You’ll take care of ."
Upon hearing this, Ye Jiuliang’s smile grew wider, "You really have it all figured out."
Indeed, it was sothing he would say. Truly...
She was no match for him.
Seeing her smile, Li Mochan slightly relaxed, "Is that what’s been making you gloomy?"
Ye Jiuliang shook her head.
Li Mochan frowned, "Then what is it?"
Skipping his question, Ye Jiuliang moved on as sothing else ca to mind, "So, if our child also likes motorcycles in the future, are you going to buy one for or for them?"
Li Mochan gave her a look, his face showing difficulty, as if he was really troubled by the matter.
"Well..."
"You still have to think about it?" Ye Jiuliang was not pleased.
Li Mochan said unhurriedly, "Then we’ll buy it for the kid."
"What?" Perhaps her emotions were fluctuating with her pregnancy, Ye Jiuliang instantly bristled.
"What about ?"
Enjoying the sight of her ruffled state, he teased her on purpose, "Wasn’t it only for one person?"
"..."
This liar, he clearly said before that he would only buy a motorcycle for him.
It seems that the kid is his true love, and she is just an accident.
She slid out of his embrace and then pushed him away, "I’m sleepy; I want to sleep. You go and sleep on the sofa outside tonight."
Li Mochan chuckled lightly, "I sleep on the sofa, and you’re not afraid of insomnia?"
"Who says I have insomnia? Anyway, I’ll have soone else to sleep with ." Ye Jiuliang said indifferently.
The temperature around them suddenly dropped, silencing everything.
Li Mochan narrowed his cold eyes dangerously, "Wolf cub, I’ll give you one chance, say it again for Master Jiu."
Ye Jiuliang was undaunted, her eyebrows raised in arrogance, "Soone will accompany , got a problem?"
She’d make him regret not buying her that motorcycle, irritate him to death.
"Who?"
His cold voice carried a sign of nace as he leaned in, hands braced on either side of her.
"Who is it?"
Ye Jiuliang kept a composed face, but inside she was nearly bursting with laughter, "I won’t tell you, what if you beat him up?"
Li Mochan’s gaze deepened, his tone becoming frosty, "You care about him?"
"Of course, I care. If you make him cry, I’ll have to comfort him."
She said it with a serious face, not sounding like she was joking at all, which made Li Mochan even more annoyed.
His stormy expression could have dripped ink, and he asked through gritted teeth, "Who is it, exactly?"
Which damned brat dares to covet his wolf cub; they must be tired of living.
Ye Jiuliang almost burst into laughter, expressionlessly she blurted out four words, "Our family’s kid."
"No one’s family will do." Still fuming, Li Mochan said without thinking.
After speaking, even he was stunned, looking at her blankly.
Our family’s kid?
Li Mochan’s mind crashed, his IQ suddenly went offline.
Ye Jiuliang watched his dumbfounded expression with great interest, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.
The soft light traced the stern lines of the man’s profile, making his bewildered expression look sowhat comical.
Mulling over her words "our family’s kid," an incredible brightness burst in the depths of Li Mochan’s dark eyes.
His thin lips quivered slightly, unable to produce a sound for a long while.
Ye Jiuliang let out a light laugh, her cool palm touching his cheek, "Mister Li, why so silent, hm?"
It was rare for her Li Mochan to be so flustered; should she take a photo to commorate this?
After a long while, Li Mochan managed to regain his voice, his hoarse tone suppressing excitent, "Really?"
Ye Jiuliang smiled, "Is there a fake one?"
Before her words ended, she suddenly found herself wrapped in a broad embrace.
The man’s laughter was low and resonant in her ear, his iron arms tightening around her shoulders.
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