Nan Sichen's cool voice came through, "In the future, when you want to pee, just hold it in until the next morning. Your sister will be made soon."
"Oh." Nianzhi nodded, then pitifully said, "But Daddy, Nianzhi really can't hold it in anymore, I drank too much mare's milk at night."
"Can't hold it in, but still want a sister?" Nan Sichen's voice was flat, but Qin Yin understood a sense of extreme annoyance and grievance.
"You're unbelievable." She gently pushed Nan Sichen, planning to jump off the bed to take Nianzhi to pee, but Nan Sichen held her hand, "I'll go."
Stopping Qin Yin's action, he quickly got out of bed himself, walked to the small cot where Nianzhi was sleeping, picked him up and went outside.
Nianzhi was already used to his daddy's roughness, didn't mind, just blinked his big eyes and asked, "Daddy, if I drink less water in the future, will you be able to make a sister quickly?"
