Son?
Why was he talking about a son?
Gu Nianzhi's heart was racing.
Huo Shaoheng felt the supple body under his hands suddenly stiffen. He smiled and said casually, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a yes. "
Gu Nianzhi blurted out, "No!"
"No?" Huo Shaoheng raised his eyebrows and stopped massaging Gu Nianzhi. "Why not? Didn't the training at the military camp go well?"
Gu Nianzhi turned over and lay down on the apricot-colored pillow. Her cheeks were pink, even brighter than the flowers of the phoenix tree.
Her plump, red lips parted and closed. "... But you can train him yourself..."
Gu Nianzhi thought, he would still be her biological son after all. Huo Shaoheng would probably go easy on him, right?
Her heart ached at the thought of her son being trained in the barracks.
Huo Shaoheng leaned over and kissed her on the lips. He smiled and said, "My field is specialized. I'm not good at training new recruits."
