Song Qiao's eyes instantly filled with mist, glaring at the man in front of her, she teased, "Lu Jingchen, are you a dog?"
As she spoke, she covered her lips, looking displeased at the man before her.
Lu Jingchen's hands were wrapped around her waist, his clothes were already soaked, with his hair sticking tightly to his forehead, making him look very alluring.
His gaze was very deep, but when he looked at Song Qiao, there was an easily detectable hint of amusement in his eyes. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Qiaoqiao, Wangshu and Huanhuan want a little brother or sister."
Song Qiao's face was flushed red, but she glared at him, "If you want one, you give birth to it yourself."
However, the man spoke as if it was only natural, "I can't give birth, so you'll have to help me, Qiaoqiao."
She suddenly didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, her face turning red as she shouted, "Lu Jingchen, that's enough."
