"I'm going." Nangong Ran widened her eyes, acting coquettishly, "Aren't I scared?"
"I'm scared too!" Di Mingchen hugged Nangong Ran, speaking earnestly, "Honey, when the sky rains, a mother wants to marry, and a wife wants to have a baby, I can't stop it! I know you're scared, but if I could give birth for you, I definitely would. The problem is your husband just doesn't have that function, right?"
Nangong Ran immediately gave him a side-eye, "Then what use are you?"
Di Mingchen was in tears, genuinely unsure how to console her anymore.
Suddenly, Nangong Ran shouted out loud, "If I have this iron rod, what use is it; if I have this change, how does it matter—still uneasy, still melancholy, the golden hoop atop, words unsaid."
"Pfft!" Di Mingchen couldn't control himself, almost got frightened under the bed by Nangong Ran.
Then he burst into laughter, couldn't help but pinch her cheek, "I tell you, little ingrate, can't you stop howling like a ghost in the middle of the night?"
