Zheng Tong, not to be outdone, retorted, "Aren't you a father too? How can you still be like this..."
As for how "like this" he is, it's something that can only be understood and not conveyed in words.
Facing her tit-for-tat, Duan Feixun actually found it especially amusing. She has always been unwilling to show weakness, and he liked her provocations.
They have a little treasure, the fruit of their love, bearing both their efforts and hopes.
She has scars from giving birth to the little treasure, but the scars have faded to the point they are almost invisible.
Yet this man, still worshipped them as such.
It was because of the little treasure that there were such marks on her, who always loved beauty.
"Tongtong, thank you for giving birth to our little treasure..." Duan Feixun said, looking at her emotionally.
At this moment, he had removed her silk scarf, allowing her to look at him as he looked at her, wanting her to see him too.
