Lu Yanhe leaned in and kissed her forehead, "Jiajia, how is it that after so many years your temper hasn't changed at all? Oh, wait, it's actually gotten worse than before..."
Su Jia gritted her teeth, "Lu, Yan, He!"
"Yes, I'm here." He held her hand and kissed it gently near his lips.
Although Su Jia was angry, she hadn't completely lost her rationality.
Once the anger passed, the matter just faded away, and there was no need to argue with him over it.
She let it go, deciding to put the matter aside, and lay back in his arms, sulking miserably.
Lu Yanhe raised a hand to ruffle her fluffy little head, calling her name softly, "Jiajia..."
"Hmm?"
"Tell me honestly," he started his sweet-talk strategy, coaxing her step by step, "are you pregnant again?"
Su Jia: "..."
Lu Yanhe continued to indulge in his pleasant fantasy, "Otherwise, why have you been so moody these past few days?"
