Leng Yu Yan smiled with her eyes arched: "Having one or two is enough."
Ye Yiheng couldn't help teasing her: "Didn't Mother-in-law tell you to have four? She said that number is just right."
"If I have too many, what should I do when Your Highness gets annoyed with being surrounded?"
Looking at the excessively handsome face in front of her, Leng Yu Yan couldn't resist reaching out to pinch his face.
Not satisfied with just pinching, she imitated his manner and lifted his chin: "Your Highness, say something."
Ye Yiheng slightly curled his lips, cooperating with her, and slightly raised his chin: "Then let's have one and see."
After saying that, he picked her up onto his lap.
Face to face, their faces suddenly came close.
Leng Yu Yan pressed her lips gently against his: "I'm willing to give birth, but Your Highness has to work hard."
Ye Yiheng immediately sealed her lips with his.
After kissing for a while, he hoarsely said, "I feel cold, Yanyan, warm me up."
