"I didn't know I was pregnant with your cub at the time..." Bai Wanwan muttered under her breath, her gaze flickering guiltily as she tried to charm her way out of the situation.
Chou Rong saw right through her little act. He took her hand, the coarse pads of his fingers rubbing against the delicate back of hers. He leaned close, his voice a low rumble meant only for her. "Wanwan, this is the second time."
There was little blame in his tone, more a sense of resignation mixed with anticipation. "Next time, you have to let me be there to see our cub being born."
Even though he already had two litters of cubs who shared her blood, as long as they were with Wanwan, he could never have too many.
In fact, a powerful and inexplicable longing bloomed deep within him: he wanted the next litter of tiger cubs to be born under his devoted care, his day-and-night vigil, to watch with his own eyes as Wanwan brought them into this world.
