After some fussing, Beichen Rui felt uncomfortable all over, so he finally pulled her out of his arms, giving her flat belly a rather wistful look, "Once this child is born, let's not have any more."
He was uncomfortable, and she was too. Thinking of how long they'd have to endure, she felt quite troubled.
"Alright, I don't want more either. Two are just right. By the way, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
After Ye Xinluo asked, she felt like she was talking nonsense. She'd been longing for a little princess for so long, he must prefer a daughter a bit more.
"As long as it's ours, I love them all. What do you want for dinner?"
"Spicy hot pot."
She casually said a dish, and Beichen Rui's face instantly fell, leaving no room for negotiation as he spoke, "No."
Since this pregnancy, Ye Xinluo has really developed a liking for spicy food. Aunt Tong said that craving sour foods means a boy, and spicy foods mean a girl, so he hoped it would be a daughter this time.
