The night deepened, yet the light was still on in Murong Yan's bedroom.
The two lying on the bed were cuddled together.
"Your dad is urging us to get married soon. What do you think, wife?" Yang Fan stroked her black hair, inhaling the faint fragrance.
"There's no need to rush!" Murong Yan's mind was entirely focused on work. "Let's wait till you find your parents."
"That's what I said too, but my future father-in-law disagrees!"
"I'll handle my dad's work."
Yang Fan had no objections: "Alright, but your dad also mentioned having children soon, we can't delay that." Yang Fan rolled over, pressing down.
"Not having kids for now."
"That's not up to you." Yang Fan chuckled lowly, his moist and warm lips pressing a kiss.
"You... mmm..." Murong Yan could no longer speak.
The next morning, at six o'clock, Murong Yan escorted Yang Fan to the villa's gateway.
