Mu Ruyue was slightly taken aback, and when she looked up, she met the man's loving Purple Eyes, her heart warming up, "Didn't you say you wanted to have seventeen or eighteen children? Now it's just one pregnancy, and you don't want any more?"
"Having one Jingjing, this little one is enough," Ye Wuchen reached out to pull the woman into his arms, his large hand gently caressing her belly through the thin clothes, a tender look in his Purple Eyes, "Muer, I heard about a kind of medicinal herb that can allow a man to carry a child instead of a woman. How about you don't give birth anymore, and I take your place?"
Just thinking about the time Mu Ruyue had fainted due to bearing this little one made Ye Wuchen's heart ache, how could he bear to see her continue to suffer?
Mu Ruyue was speechless.
Ye Wuchen being pregnant...she could hardly imagine it.
