"Alright, don't be angry, don't be angry, it's not good for pregnant women to be upset." Luke Land quickly tried to appease Eva Miller as if coaxing an ancestor.
Eva Miller snorted twice, not intending to pay attention to him.
"Dear aunt, what will make you not angry at me? I'm sorry, all faults are mine!" Luke Land almost kneeled to beg for forgiveness.
"It's not enough; you need to make me happy right now." Eva Miller furrowed her brow, thoughtful.
"Okay, whatever you say goes." He agreed readily.
"I want..." Eva Miller smirked with a glance of having succeeded in her scheming, making Luke Land's scalp tingle; damn, what she wanted to make her happy wouldn't be asking him to fetch stars and the moon from the sky, would it?
"I want to play wedding games!" Eva Miller said with resolute determination.
