Yuran, confused, looked up at her, not yet realizing what he meant by "serious matters."
With apparent confusion and doubt in her eyes, she asked, "What... what serious matter?"
Bo Yan lifted her into his arms and headed straight for the master bedroom upstairs, "Having children."
Yuran: "..."
Isn't the current serious matter supposed to be about the problem with my studio?
But all her doubts were sealed with a kiss.
The bath was exceptionally long, and Yuran felt like a bun steamed in a bamboo steamer.
Steaming over and over, then... devoured by him.
Leaving the bathroom, her legs were weak, she felt powerless all over, her arms encircling Bo Yan's neck, she groggily negotiated for her own benefit.
"Boyan, I read in a book that we need to be restrained, or else it's not good for the health."
Bo Yan looked down at her flushed, sleepy face, and chuckled silently, "Who said anything about having children?"
"I did."
