Jiang Xi was still debating in her heart. After all, she had watched a lot of films and should be more experienced than Zhao Ruifeng. However, before she could finish thinking, Zhao Ruifeng smiled and covered her with the quilt. Only her head was exposed, just like a pickle jar.
"Ah, I finally have a wife. I can also live a life with a wife and child." Zhao Ruifeng sighed with satisfaction. "Go to sleep. We'll be an official couple tomorrow morning. It's great to have a wife and children in the future."
Zhao Ruifeng sighed with emotion, while Jiang Xi, who was tightly covered, was at a loss. 'It's over? Just like this? Tell me, how can I have a child like this? I won't have a child for the rest of my life, okay?'