“Feng Sinan, am I not allowed to get pregnant again in the future?”Su Xiaoying suddenly asked.
Feng Sinan’s thin lips slowly moved away from her forehead. He reached out his palm and caressed su xiaoying’s cold and delicate muscles. “Looks like I shouldn’t have let you come over tonight. Who told you, Sara?”
Su Xiaoying looked up at him. “Yes, or No?”
Feng Sinan nodded. “Yes.”
So that was really the case.
Su xiaoying lowered her head.
Feng Sinan’s big palm ran through her hair and gently hugged her into his arms. “If you can’t have a child, then don’t have one. Did you forget that we still have Nini? Nini is enough.”
Su Xiaoying curled her red lips and said softly in his arms, “I’m the one who can’t have a child. You can still have a son. The women outside are lining up to give birth to you.”
“Xiaoying, you’re going to make me angry again, aren’t you?”Feng Sinan pinched her slender waist hard. “Then let me tell you, I won’t have anyone else besides you.”
