"Xiaotiantian..."
Upon hearing this nickname, Madam Xiao couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
Isn't this something only children are called?
And is she one?
In terms of age, she was at least ten years older than Chen Mo.
Now being called like a child by him, Madam Xiao couldn't hide her shame and anger: "Don't call me Xiaotiantian."
"Okay, Xiaotiantian," Chen Mo teased.
If she were officially married with status, she would have hit him twice right then, but now she could only pretend not to hear, ignoring Chen Mo.
Seeing Madam Xiao play deaf, Chen Mo also lost interest in joking around and busied himself with his own matters.
After an unknown amount of time, Madam Xiao lay in Chen Mo's arms, her hair disheveled, strands of sweat sticking to her radiant face. In a sweet and seductive voice, she pulled a nearby quilt over herself and tentatively asked, "What if I get pregnant?"
