Through the warm mist, Shi Yang quietly looked at Zhao Meimei. Little Yang was angrily straining, but he didn't care at all. He released his hand, stepped back a couple of steps, wiped the dripping water off his face, and asked, "Why?"
Zhao Meimei bit her lip, feeling inexplicably wronged inside.
Shi Yang stared at her and asked again, "Why don't you want to have a child with me? You don't want a child that belongs to us?"
When Shi Yang asked this, there was a subtle emotion in his heart that he couldn't quite explain. A woman unwilling to have a child for her man, what does that mean? Shi Yang didn't want to think too much about it; he just wanted to hear Zhao Meimei explain, to listen to her justification.
