Shi Mei spoke and then dived in.
Her movements were swift, creating a gentle breeze.
Ling Yan's nose was filled with the fresh, young scent of a woman, his brow, already furrowed from discomfort, furrowed tighter.
Unaware, Shi Mei reached out to touch his stomach.
Ling Yan swiftly blocked her, his words fierce, "Get out."
Upon hearing this word, a look of distress passed over Shi Mei's face as she carefully said, "If I leave, will hubby sleep with me?"
Her eyes, dark and shiny, glistening with full expectation, looked at him.
Ling Yan: "..."
It was like punching into cotton; Ling Yan found himself faced with a fool and couldn't even lose his temper.
Who said women with mental issues are less of a hassle than normal women?
Women like Shi Mei, spoiled as she was, were much more troublesome than normal ones.
Ling Yan was exhausted, his voice somewhat helpless, "No."
Shi Mei pouted, pulled back the blanket, and lay down, "I just want to sleep with hubby and have a baby!"
