His lips were ice-cold as he carefully pressed them against hers, "I'll try hard to live until your hair turns white."
Fireworks exploded in her mind, leaving her dazed for a moment as she thought of something important, "You still haven't answered me, do you actually like daughters?"
What if he preferred sons…
He didn't answer that question, instead, he sat on the swing and continued kissing her.
At ten-thirty, Lu Sheng finally got home. Zhou Qingrang wanted to walk her home, but she refused, gave him a quick kiss, and ran off by herself. When she got home, her parents were still in the living room, watching a variety show on TV, where the host was laughing loudly. In front of the TV, Mrs. Yao Bixi was expressionless.
She crossed her arms and glanced at the coat on Lu Sheng, "You finally know to come back?"
The atmosphere seemed off, Lu Jingsong looked at his wife, then at his daughter, and finally, he sat to one side, thoughtfully lowering the TV volume.
