Night.

Su Xi sat alone under the window, holding the sample embroidered by the strings, painting the gourd, and making small clothes seriously.

The hazy candle flame hit her, and the delicate and delicate little body looked more delicate and cute.

"What is Xixi doing?"

Suddenly, a magnetic voice slowly fell from the top of his head, and Su Xi was frightened.

With a shake of her hand, her fingertips were pierced by needles, and she couldn't help frowning.

Ling Juncheng immediately leaned down and took her pricked finger to his lips, frowning slightly, his eyebrows full of distress.

"Does it hurt?" As if it was his finger that had pierced, his brow furrowed tighter than hers.

"It doesn't hurt at all," Su Xi shook his head: "It was just a slight prick, don't make a fuss so nervous, it makes me nervous." ”

Ling Juncheng lowered his eyes and glanced at her slender fingers, not continuing to bleed.

Only then did he flatten his frowning brow slightly.

"How can I not be nervous, pierced in your hand, but it hurts in my heart." The man's half-drooping eyes were tender like water.

Su Xi moved a stool over and pulled him to the stool and sat down: "The emperor bombarded me with sugar-coated shells again, I don't believe it." ”

"Do you want me to take out my heart and show it to you?" His burning gaze was fixed on her, and his features were suffocating.

Su Xi glared at him: "I've served you, it's endless, I believe you." ”

"No," he closed his eyes slightly, shaking his head, "Xixi is too perfunctory. ”

"I can't believe you, I can't believe you, so what do you want me to do?" Su Xi blinked blankly.

This man is getting more and more pretentious!

"I think about it," he thought, leaning over him after a moment, "give me a baby!" ”

Su Xi was slightly stunned.

"Xixi doesn't want to give me a baby?" Ling Juncheng hooked his lips and chuckled, his eyes approaching.

Su Xi shook his head and nodded again.

She hadn't planned to have a baby.

And when she thought of Sister Meng's belly as big as a leather ball, she lost her courage.

Sister Meng once asked her why her stomach hadn't moved.

In fact, she didn't know why she didn't move.

Xu is delicate and difficult to conceive, otherwise, according to his frequency, Xu should have had it a long time ago.

But fortunately, she didn't want to be a mother without any preparation.

At the very least, you have to study hard with Sister Meng first.

The man squinted his eyes and picked up a small garment from the basket beside him and looked at it carefully by candlelight.

"Even the little clothes are ready, and I still don't admit that I want to give birth to a child," he looked at her with hot eyes, "Huh? ”

Su Xi seemed to sense some danger signal again.

She hurriedly explained: "It's not for me, it's for ......."

"Of course it's not for you, can you wear such a small dress?" He cut her off, "It's for our children." ”

"No," she waved her hand repeatedly, "it's for Sister Meng's children." ”

Hearing this, the man raised the corners of his lips and smiled at her secretly.

Putting the little clothes back in the basket, the thin lips came to her ear: "Then we will prepare it together." ”

As the words fell, her long body leaned towards her, grabbed her waist and picked her up, and her slender legs went straight to the bed.

"Are you done with business?" Su Xi knew that this man was going to be a demon again.

He bowed slightly: "Well, I came to you as soon as I was done, I miss you so much, I think about it all the time." ”

Looking down at her, she felt the restlessness in his eyes.