"I just want to ask you, do you want me to have a child for you?"
"How could I not want that..." Before she could finish her words, she took the initiative to cover his lips with hers.
Xu Mohan looked at the face close at hand, her eyelashes so black and dense, like two little fans.
Their clothes gradually fell to the ground, revealing themselves to each other truthfully.
His hand stroked her smooth back, moving downward, his voice husky, "Sheng'er..."
"Mohan, I want to."
In the blink of an eye, the two figures standing on the floor rolled onto the wide bed.
Nan Yuesheng cared for him more and more and loved him more and more.
She truly wanted to have a child for him, she really did.
By the time the intense intimacy ended, Nan Yuesheng's hair was wet, she lay on his arm panting, drenched in sweet sweat.
Nan Yuesheng was exhausted, her lips slightly parted and her gaze a bit hazy, "Are you sure it's okay not to go back to the mansion to see her?"
