It was not until his chin nearly scratched her cheek that he released her. There was a shining light in his eyes.
"I just listed an example..." Irish pretended to be weak. Her voice was so sweet.
"You can't do that." Joseph was still unhappy and just pinched her waist, "Do not just say that by your own will."
Irish knew that he was concerned with her. She was touched by it, but she said, "You are so superstitious."
Joseph bit her lips to punish her, saying with a low voice, "Because I love you."
She held him tightly. She felt both moved and sorry.
After a while, she said, "Honestly, I really want a baby. They must be the most beautiful in the world."
Joseph's heart ached.
He patted her back lightly. All his unhappiness disappeared, and he was so gentle, "Now your priority is to be healthy. It's the most important."
Irish stood up to look at him.
