"No!" As soon as An Jing mentioned wanting to have more children for him, Xiao Changyi immediately panicked and vehemently opposed.
"Hahaha..." An Jing laughed heartily again at his reaction.
Xiao Changyi could only look at her, doting yet helpless, as she laughed.
After laughing for quite a while, An Jing finally composed herself and seriously said to Xiao Changyi, "Husband, my period should have come on the eighteenth, and now it's the twenty-eighth. It's been ten days past, and still hasn't come. So even if I'm really pregnant, you should be able to accept it, right?"
Xiao Changyi rarely let out a small sigh, and after looking at An Jing, he said quietly, "If you are really pregnant, what could I do if I couldn't accept it? I can't possibly stop you from having the baby."
The words carried all the resignation in the world.
An Jing was both amused and annoyed: "Husband, don't be like that. If I'm pregnant, isn't that a good thing?"
"I still don't want you to hurt."
