After a little while, when Matthew Xi recovered more strength, he carried her to bed. At first, it went smoothly as Zoey fell asleep like a baby, snoring which sounded like a baby's lullaby in his ears.
He didn't find it annoying. If anything, sharing the same peaceful silence, glancing at her peaceful sleeping face, embracing these newfound feelings that confused him every once in a while, and even breathing the same air as her was beautiful.
Actually, everything seemed beautiful to him at the moment. It was perfect; she was perfect.
However, just as he gently lay her down, Zoey slowly regained half of her consciousness. The moment she spoke, the beautiful harmony cracked.
"Darling, are we making babies?" Reeking of alcohol, Zoey's lashes slowly fluttered as her vision slightly shook. Yet, the familiarity of his scent and breath calmed her heart.
