Bo Yan responded with an "Hmm," picked up the paper and books scattered on the floor, and placed them on the coffee table. Then he turned around and picked her up. Xia Siyu obediently extended her arms to wrap around his neck, leaning on him comfortably.
As Bo Yan stood up, Xia Siyu whispered softly in his ear, "Once I've achieved my goals, shall we have a child in the future?"
Maybe she spoke too softly, or maybe Bo Yan couldn't believe it; he didn't even look down at her, afraid it was just wishful thinking. He asked quietly, "What?"
"Don't want to? Never mind then." Xia Siyu yawned, looking quite worn out, "Actually, I don't really like kids."
Bo Yan finally understood this time, and even his voice got significantly louder, "Are you serious?"
