"So, to be honest... I'm really not boasting when I call myself a sharpshooter!"
When Shen Yufeng said this, the pride in his voice, tsk tsk, why is he so cocky?
An Xiaoyu: "..."
Uh, a sharpshooter indeed!
"Hmph, thick-skinned! No shame at all!"
An Xiaoyu pouted and said to Shen Yufeng.
But Shen Yufeng just kept smiling, pulling her into his arms with a gentle smile.
"In front of my wife, why should I be ashamed?"
An Xiaoyu thought again about what Shen Yufeng had said before, "Hundred Percent," was he planning to flaunt that term again now?
But that wouldn't be scientifically accurate!
To "hit the target," doesn't her cooperation matter too?
Otherwise, it's all just a waste!
An Xiaoyu asked again, "So, in the future, when the baby is born, who will you love more? The big one, or the little one?"
Her big, dark eyes gazed at him, her rosy lips slightly pouted, and her coquettish demeanor really softened Shen Yufeng's heart.
