No matter how gentle he acted, she always maintained a cold and indifferent demeanor, which drove him crazy.
"Young Master Yao, do you prefer boys or girls?" Xia Qingqian hid half of her face behind the thick book and quietly asked him.
Beitang Yao paused for a moment, delighted to finally hear her speak without simply responding perfunctorily. He pulled at the corner of his mouth and smiled, "As long as they're yours, I love them all."
Xia Qingqian stared at the smile spilling from the corner of his mouth in a daze, her expression beginning to blur. This man seemed different somehow, but even she couldn't pinpoint how.
"Young Master Yao, are you serious? Don't men usually prefer boys more?" From the perspective of traditional Chinese thinking, men always preferred women to give birth to boys for them.
