After the passion, the two lay on the pink princess bed. Yinzai held Murong Rong in his arms and gently smoothed her messy hair with the other.
Yinzai was dissatisfied and whispered in Murong Rong's ear: "Honey, isn't this bed too ugly?"
He is a grown man, sleeping on a bed that a little girl should sleep on, and it looks awkward no matter how he looks at it.
Murong Rong leaned against him and humorously smoothed his frown of dissatisfaction, "If you don't like it, just change it back to the previous one."
"I'm afraid you don't like the previous one."
"As long as you like it."
"I like it here..." Yin Zai bit Murong Rong's fair and small earlobe and graceful neck, causing Murong Rong to gasp repeatedly. "Honey, you are so sensitive today."
Her earlobes were one of the most sensitive parts of her body, and also one of the most disturbing parts of his body.
The passion burned crazily again, until the sun set and they missed dinner, they still stayed in bed and refused to get up.
Yinzai was well fed and finally stopped teasing Murong Rong.
"Yinzai, do you like children?" Murong Rong asked him, panting slightly.
"Of course I do. Wife, do you have one?" Yinzai was ecstatic.
Murong Rong pinched his high nose and smiled: "How can it be so fast? I'm just asking you."
If she hadn't been taking medicine all the time, maybe she would have had it long ago.
"What's the point? You don't have to do anything from now on, just help me give birth to a baby and give birth to a basket of carrots."
She lowered her head, leaned against his chest, and smiled heartbrokenly: "What do you want with so many children?"
Yin Zai looked forward to it proudly: "We will form two basketball teams. I will be the referee and you will be the audience. Watch them play every day."
"Okay." She responded softly.
"But -" Yinzai became unhappy again, "It's not good to have too many children. Then you will be pregnant every day, and I will have to stay alone in the empty boudoir every day? No, it's better to have one every four years, or one every five years.
.”
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
When Yinzai heard that something was wrong with Murong Rong's voice, he held her chin and raised her face, and saw tears in her eyes. Yinzai was anxious and at a loss to comfort him, "If you don't want to give birth, don't give birth."
Anyway, there are so many people in the Yin family, so there is no rush for me to carry on the family lineage alone, so we can live together. These are small things, don’t cry..."
Murong Rong smiled at him: "I didn't cry, I was very happy in my heart, really..."
Yinzai's mind flashed and he smiled mischievously, "I know, you little thing is jealous again."
Murong Rong said with a smile: "I don't." This time, she really didn't feel jealous of anyone.
Yinzai decided that Murong Rong was jealous. "Dantoni told me that you are jealous of Athena. Wife, I admit that Athena is not only my classmate, she is also my former lover, but regardless of the past
Whatever happened, everything is in the past. You believe me, I am not a half-hearted person. Since I have decided to live with you for the rest of my life, other women are just passers-by and passing by. Don’t eat these things again in the future.
I feel so jealous for no reason."
Murong Rong bit her lip, and some of her brooding matters were brought up by Yin Zai, "Then how come there are her clothes in your wardrobe, and you still talk so harmoniously..."
"Honey, although you look cute when you are jealous, don't eat too much. Eating too much is bad for your health." Since he called Murong Rong Xiaoyu a few times and realized that Murong Rong didn't like it, he never called her again.
That name.
"What happened that night, Athena said, was her own mistake. She had lived in Huayuan before and had worn a red dress. She liked that style better. Seeing that it was not in the guest room, she thought the servants had left it for us.
That dress was designed by you, how could it have been worn by her? So you are so stupid that you don’t even know if your own clothes have been worn by others."
Murong Rong was still a little sour, "She used to live here? She often lived in this room?"
"No, she rarely comes back. That time she came back because the elders wanted to see her. She only stayed in the guest room for one day before the elders were angry and left."
"Really just staying in the guest room?"
Yinzai rubbed his head with a headache. It was really frustrating for a woman to be serious. But in order to prevent his wife from getting angry with him at every turn, he could only answer every question until he was satisfied. "During that time, I went abroad.
Well, if you don’t believe it, ask D’Antoni.”
"I believe it!" Murong Rong hugged him greatly, and she seemed to be training him better and better.