Mu Qian's hand moved slightly but did not withdraw, "Both boys and girls are fine."
"I like boys, boys who look just like you."
Rongrong gripped his hand tightly and did not let go for a long time, "Qian, let's spend our lives together like this, accompanying and relying on each other, watching our children grow up, have sons and daughters, then aging and dying together."
Mu Qian's coldness softened considerably because of her words. He squatted down, placed his ear against her abdomen, listening to the baby's movements inside her womb, while also holding the woman's slender and frail body in his embrace.
Rongrong was ecstatic, her eyes reddening slightly. This was the first time he had taken the initiative to hold her, to be close to her. She had tried so hard for so long, and he was finally starting to respond to her. Even if it was because of the child in her womb, she was utterly content.
