"Why?"
She blushed, refusing to speak, turning her face away, not looking at him.
Jiang Zhi patted her head, "Zhou Xufang, you have a fever." He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him, "What are you thinking about?"
She was worried that he was sterile, after all he had been sterile before, and she couldn't bear it.
She didn't say it out loud because she did not want to hurt him.
"So do you really not want me to get a vasectomy?" He wasn't joking; as long as Zhou Xufang nodded, he would go get the surgery tomorrow.
Zhou Xufang replied, "No."
Well then, he had to listen to her.
"Then during the risky period—"
Zhou Xufang pressed his mouth shut with her hand, her expression deliberately fierce, "Don't talk, I know."
Jiang Zhi smiled and kissed the palm of her hand.
He was very good at flirting, excellent at seducing.
Zhou Xufang, easily teased, blushed faintly on her cheeks, "Itchy."
