That night.
The room where Lin Dong was staying.
The room was well-arranged, with a three-meter large bed, spacious enough for four or five people to roll around on.
The lighting was red, creating an atmosphere when turned on.
At midnight, from 11 PM to 1 AM, Qiao Bing came in.
Tonight, Qiao Bing was dressed in a light, gauzy outfit, like an elf under the moon, her steps carried a subtle hint of shyness and determination.
"Lin Dong, you know we've tried to have a child many times now, why hasn't it happened yet? I want to bear your child."
Qiao Bing reached out with both hands, wrapped them around Lin Dong's neck, and hung her entire body onto him.
Seeing this, Lin Dong carried her to the bed and whispered, "Didn't you say before that you didn't want to get pregnant and have children so soon? That you wanted to focus on work."
"I've changed my mind now. I want to have a child with you," Qiao Bing said, taking the initiative.
Lin Dong responded passionately.
