Male God, a Little Su

The candles flickered, and there was a faint scent of ink in the air.

It was the Hui ink that Su Yan had to buy for him after earning money, with a faint pine scent.

Everything is as usual, but different.

Su Yan was sitting on the edge of the bed combing her hair. The satin seemed to be as black as her waist, exuding a water-like luster in the light.

He paused slightly, feeling a little dry mouth for some reason.

Su Yan noticed him, and calmly feared to pat the position beside him, "Xianggong, come here."

Wen Shuyan took a slight breath, calmed down, and walked over slowly.

It's been like this in the past, the two have been sleeping in the same bed for more than half a year, and they have long been used to it.

But tonight, Wen Shuyan felt a bit different, and he couldn't tell what the difference was.

It's just inexplicably fast heartbeat, always feeling that something is coming.

Su Yan didn't let him wait long. When her hair was dry, she put down the towel and turned her head. The candlelight reflected in her eyes, sparkling waves, and her brows and eyes became more and more delicate, like a budding begonia flower.

She opened her mouth and said, "Xiang Gong, shall we have a child?"

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Wen Shuyan's head was blank for a moment, and when he reacted, he had stood up abruptly, "What, what did you say?" His pupils tightened, his Adam's apple rolled obviously, and he said solemnly: "Su Yan, don't mess around with this. We'll talk about it later."

"In the future? When will it be in the future?"

Su Yan tilted her head and looked at Wen Shuyan with a smile, ignoring his resistance at all.

Also, is that called resistance?

Don't think she didn't see the anticipation that flashed in someone's eyes when she heard her words.

He also thought about it, but his calm and self-controlled character made him unable to speak or take the initiative.

But today, he has defended her like this, and it is impossible for Su Rou to make him as unbearable as people say. Especially in ancient times, where special emphasis was placed on offspring.

"It's in the future anyway." Wen Shuyan pursed his lips, "At least, at least until we officially worship the world."

In his heart, he always felt that he was indebted to Su Yan. In the past six months, Wen Shuyan has seen her dedication to the family, how could he bear to make her feel wronged.

Su Yan doesn't feel wronged, in her heart, the two of them have traveled through so many worlds through ups and downs. The so-called ritual is not important to her at all. Rich or poor, she doesn't care.

"I said I don't care about that."

"But I care-" Wen Shuyan interrupted her, his eyes were burning, and he fell on Su Yan's bright little face, and said in a low voice, "You deserve better."

This was the first time he spoke so softly.

Su Yan smiled, she hooked at Wen Shuyan, and when he approached, she suddenly grabbed him and pressed him onto the bed.

"It's just a ceremony, isn't it in your heart that people are more important than a ceremony? I don't care if I'm a woman, so what are you doing? Do you want me to beat you up and tie you up? Will you be honest and obedient?!"

Su Yan's domineering voice sounded in the room, she squinted and stared at Wen Shuyan in warning, her cheeks bulging.

Wen Shuyan's heart beat fast, embarrassed and annoyed, and stared at Su Yan, "Get up for me!"

"I do not!"

Seeing Su Yan's refusal so bluntly, Wen Shuyan's throat was dry, and he coaxed helplessly: "Then can you wait for me to at least try it out?"

Su Yan rolled her eyes, "I'm so annoying!!"