Feng Tianyou heard Shuang'er say this and suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He turned around and looked at Lin Zishuang, "Shuang'er, are you pregnant?"
As he said this, his voice was soft, a little nervous, yet full of anticipation.
Lin Zishuang blushed, "Probably not so soon, but lately, we haven't... done that."
They hadn't been using contraception, and she wasn't sure if he liked children or not.
What if she was pregnant, and he didn't like it, what would she do?
Feng Tianyou held her shoulders, "Shuang'er, do you like children?"
Lin Zishuang's thinking wasn't that complicated; she either liked something or she didn't.
"I do, I'm... I'm afraid you don't like them."
Feng Tianyou's lips curved up slightly, "Silly, how could I not like them? But, Shuang'er, there's something I haven't told you."
"What is it?"
Lin Zishuang looked at his somewhat troubled expression and grew more anxious.
