Ling Wu rested her head on Ouyang Xi's chest, listening to his heartbeat with peace of mind, and suddenly laughed softly: "There is a question I have never asked you."
Ouyang Xi held the reins with one hand and wrapped his other hand around Ling Wu's waist, raising his eyebrows.
Ling Wu raised her head and stared at Ouyang Xi: "You gave up the throne, don't you regret it?"
"Regret." Ouyang Xi raised the corner of his mouth and whispered in Lingwu's ear: "So after the matter in Youlijie is settled, you have to compensate me and give birth to seventy, eighty, or ninety babies for me."
"Don't you think my back is ugly?"
During that iron man training session, she suffered extensive burns on her back, leaving shallow scars.
Originally Ouyang Xi didn't mind at all, but in the end he couldn't overcome Ling Wu's stubbornness and helped her tattoo a pattern on her back to cover up the scars.
Needless to say, the pattern is the Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens that is most suitable for Ling Wu.
Before Ling Wu finished speaking, Ouyang Xi's lips blocked hers.
After a while, he gasped heavily and said, "Why are there people everywhere on this damn road!"
A smile suddenly appeared in Ling Wu's eyes
Before Ouyang Xi answered, she knew what his answer was.
But what woman in the world doesn’t like to hear the answers she hopes for with her own ears?