Luo Yang hadn't expected Qin Piao to be so eager to have a child, which was slightly beyond his expectation.
Luo Yang knew that if he showed hesitation, it would make Qin Piao sad again.
So, he smiled and bit her ear, whispering, "Sister Piao, don't rush, I will make it happen for you."
Qin Piao could naturally hear the perfunctory tone in his words.
"Will you delay it for a long time? Didn't my mom say, if I get pregnant next month, I could have the baby next year?" Qin Piao said with a smile.
"Yes, but it's the same if born the year after," Luo Yang smirked cunningly.
Qin Piao swayed her delicate body in protest.
The two were pressed closely together, Qin Piao's toes barely touching the ground, as Luo Yang held her firmly against him.
With a sway, her bosom also began to move.
In an instant, Luo Yang felt two elastic tendernesses rubbing against his chest.
That kind of ticklish and tantalizing sensation was mesmerizing.
