Yuran's words left Bo Yan even more surprised. Looking at his hand that Yuran had pulled away, he felt somewhat wronged, "Baby, do you not love me anymore?"
Yuran waved her hand and walked past him into the bedroom, "Not at all, Xiaoqi. This is what you wanted, I can't refute your request, I still love you."
"That doesn't convince me at all."
Yuran laughed dismissively, stopped in her tracks, and looked back at him standing at the door, tall and straight like a pine. His face wore an expression of extreme discomfort, suggesting that he was somehow being mistreated.
"Xiaoqi, playing the poor thing won't work. When you agree to have children, then we'll start sleeping together again."
On his first night sleeping alone, Bo Yan suffered from insomnia, tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep.
He went downstairs in the middle of the night to make himself a late-night snack. When Bo Yan's mother saw him, she scoffed, "Ashamed, are you?"
