Gong Tingxuan placed a pillow under Han Yi's waist, "I heard this position makes it easier to conceive!"
"Tingxuan, stop it!"
"Let's try, hopefully conceive one this month!"
He was full of confidence.
"Do you think it's like planting beans, you just conceive by saying it..." Han Yi glared at him.
"Are you doubting your husband's ability?"
Han Yi's face turned red, she bit her lower lip and stopped speaking.
After an hour of fooling around, Gong Tingxuan wrapped a towel around himself and headed to the bathroom.
Only then did Han Yi get some space, she exhaled a long breath, sat up, brushed her slightly damp bangs behind her ear, and grabbed her phone.
She knew it was a reply from Chi Xiaoyu.
She had set a special ringtone, a little duck quack, for Chi Xiaoyu's phone number.
She quickly took a look, and sure enough, it was a message from Chi Xiaoyu, not only timely but also very comprehensive.
