"Daughter."
Seeing Wyatt Lewis didn't hesitate at all, Aria Richardson asked with pursed lips, "Why? What's wrong with a son?"
"It's not that a son is bad; it's just that a daughter would look like you, cute and pretty. How nice."
Thinking of a soft little bundle who looks like Aria Richardson, it's enough to melt one's heart.
"I think a son would be cute too, lively, cheerful, and handsome."
Wyatt let out a low chuckle, looking at her, his sexy Adam's apple moved slightly, "No rush, we can have both, I'll work hard..."
Seeing his expression, Aria smiled and covered his mouth, "Ahem... you're getting sidetracked again, let's not talk about it, time to sleep."
Wyatt cuddled her, "Not sleepy."
Aria tightened the quilt around her, warningly looking at him, "I'm sleepy. Do you want to sleep on the floor?"
Wyatt lowered his eyes to look at her, raised an eyebrow gently, and let out a low chuckle, "Fine, I won't bother you anymore, let's sleep."
