Jian Xi had a bad feeling and quickly refused, "No, no need..."
"Wife." Nan Mufeng moved over to Jian Xi's side.
The single sofa wasn't exactly narrow, plus it was elastic, so he squeezed himself in and managed to sit down.
"If you're sick, you need treatment. You're still so young. Besides, we're going to have kids in the future. You can't be this indifferent."
"Who said I want to have kids with you..." Jian Xi wanted to leave, but they were sitting so closely together that she couldn't get up.
By the time she could get up, her waist was already held by Nan Mufeng.
"Don't you think Little Pumpkin is lonely by himself?"
"Uh..."
"He wants a little sister. Shouldn't we have a little sister for Little Pumpkin?"
"And call her Little Watermelon?" Jian Xi glared at Nan Mufeng, "You should be grateful to me, marrying me is your way of repaying me. But I'm not obliged to thank you! Or to have your child!"
