Qin Guanglin was feeling very gloomy.
He initially thought that he could escape those troublesome things and have a few good fights, but now it felt just like doing tasks.
"Hubby, have you rested well?"
He Fang pressed gently on his back with her fingertips and asked with concern.
"??"
Qin Guanglin played dead, lying face down, but when he felt He Fang's hand moving lower, he couldn't help but speak up, "Not yet."
"That long... "
"I've already done it twice today."
"It's only twice."
"Only?!"
Qin Guanglin raised his voice by eight degrees, "When I was young, I only..."
"Oh dear... for our daughter, keep it up!" He Fang looked at him encouragingly, pumping her fist in the air.
"…"
"…"
"Wait a second," Qin Guanglin sensed her movement and quickly called a halt, "How many days has it been?"
"Six days."
"I, I think our daughter has already been planted, really." Qin Guanglin was scared.
Truly scared.
Six days at this pace could kill someone.
