The man's hot breath tickled her ear. Wen Ci pushed Huo Jingyuan's face away and shot him a playful glare, her voice a hushed whisper. "What are you doing?! The children are right here!"
After speaking, Wen Ci glanced out of the corner of her eye at the children, who were engrossed on the sofa. She gave the man's thigh a hard smack. "Have you got a death wish?"
Huo Jingyuan just smiled without saying a word.
But Wen Ci found herself pondering Huo Jingyuan's words.
'If we're really going to have a baby, twins would be best—a boy and a girl to make a perfect pair.'
The 1980s promoted better-quality births and healthier upbringings. Except for twins, having two children would get you fined. And it wasn't just a monetary penalty; your job could be on the line, too.
"Wouldn't having twins be good?" Wen Ci asked.
