Ye Che looked at her with a heart full of ache—how could he bear to let Xia Weiyi endure the pains of ten months of pregnancy again?
In his opinion, having just one precious little daughter was already wonderful.
When they get old, he planned to leave all the matters of Yedi, Dihao, and Hawk Power to Wen Zao, while Xixi would simply enjoy life by eating, drinking, and relaxing every day.
So, Ye Che had long implemented contraception measures.
When Xia Weiyi noticed Ye Che's eyes shifting slyly back and forth, her smile at the corners of her lips grew increasingly mischievous. She reached out and pushed Ye Che aside.
"I knew it—you're up to no good!"
Hmph, the drunkard's aim wasn't the wine; he just wanted some kisses while trying to rope Xixi into the picture.
But Ye Che wasn't about to let his delicate wife escape so easily. He grabbed her with one hand and, with a precise repositioning of their stance, pinned Xia Weiyi down onto the bed.
