Wu Chufeng gently took Ji Xiaosong's hand, his gaze tender and profound, as if he wanted to wrap her entirely in his world.
One look was all it took for Ji Xiaosong to understand.
He leaned in slightly, close to her ear, his voice low and laced with a hint of anticipation. "Song Song, we've been married for some time now. Though our days are busy, I can't help but feel that something is missing."
Ji Xiaosong lifted her gaze, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "What's missing?" she asked softly.
"Our children."
"Chu Feng, are you saying…"
"Song Song, I want to have several children with you. Only through them can I truly feel that I have someone in this world who shares my bloodline. They would be our legacy, the tightest bond tying our family together."
As Wu Chufeng spoke, his tone took on a barely perceptible softness.
