Have another one.
Song Zhiqing was stunned, and then his heart surged somewhat. If possible, he would naturally love to have another legitimate son; after all, the more sons, the more blessings, and in battle, brothers should not be separated.
There was another reason—he believed that with more sons, even if one was spoiled, there could be others to nurture. They could eventually raise a successful one, but with only one, there was no way.
He turned his head to look, although she was older now, even from the side profile, Lu still had a charm and allure, prompting certain memories to resurface.
Song Zhiqing's throat moved, his hand resting on her waist, saying: "If you're willing, then I'm absolutely delighted; who would complain about having too many legitimate sons?"
Lu's cheeks were burning hot; she glared at him and leaned in.
This feeling had been missing for so long.
Their desire to reproduce gradually heated up.
Suddenly, Lu stiffened.
