Something seemed to grip Long Yang's heart as he looked into those beautiful dark, bright eyes of hers. His heart ached and expanded for her. It took him quite some time before he managed to say, "Weiwei, let's have a child after we get married."
Lu Liangwei, "…"
The topic of the conversation changed too fast for her to keep up.
Why was he mentioning having a child for no apparent reason?
Her face burned as it flushed red. She could not help muttering in a quiet voice, "I'm still a child myself…"
"I'm not young anymore," Long Yang sighed softly. He was already thirty years old and there was not even a guarantee he could get Weiwei pregnant. If it turned out he was unable to and he happened to pass before her, what would become of her? With him gone and without a child, she would end up alone and defenseless.
She needed to have a child for her future to be guaranteed. Otherwise, if Long Chi ended up inheriting the throne, he would…
