Lu Hechen was taken aback, clearly understanding.
He seemed to have overlooked this issue.
If Weilan were pregnant, he couldn't touch her, enduring nine months—that he—
Uh!
Really doesn't dare to think about it.
Lu Hechen suddenly felt that having a child so early might not be great. At least without any benefits, a real man like him can't enjoy his own wife, just looking, but not having—it's not adding trouble for himself.
Song Di saw Lu Hechen's expression, looking conflicted, and couldn't help but tease again: "Bro, not all men can bear it. It's only someone with strong self-control like me who can manage."
Lu Hechen took a glance at him and couldn't help but retort: "You couldn't resist until Ding Lan marries you, could you? Now you can see but not reach. Feeling envy, jealousy, and hate."
"Envy and jealousy are true, but not hate. You're my brother, why would I hate you?" Song Di said with a smile.
