At night, Xiang Baobei, as usual, completely exhausted Si Wuxie.
Si Wuxie was extremely tired, yet she was still full of energy.
She lay in Si Wuxie's arms, pouting, and asked, "Wuxie, why do we do the baby-making thing every day, but after so long, I still haven't gotten pregnant with your child?"
Regarding this, Si Wuxie was also filled with questions.
Because every time with Xiang Baobei, they never took any contraceptive measures, but why hadn't Baobei gotten pregnant with his child?
Actually, he was also anxious for Xiang Baobei to have a child. For one thing, it would add joy to the quiet home; for another, he truly feared that one day he would leave forever and leave Xiang Baobei all alone in this world.
If he could let Xiang Baobei have a child, he would feel somewhat comforted.
"Why don't we ask your mother tomorrow?" Si Wuxie suggested.
Xiang Baobei nodded.
