On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing's heart skipped a beat, and while he was in a daze, Bai Zi leaned up to touch his cheek, and then licked his lips contentedly.

Bai Qing ignored him, got up to look at the slightly grown purple pearl, and there was a deep purple leaf lying in the basin.

Bai Qing clenched her hands and turned to look at him: "Obviously I can avoid it."

Bai Zi smiled and picked up the pillow that was dragged away by him: "I don't want you to get hurt, then no one will support me."

Bai Qing rolled her eyes in her heart, and then looked at her poor common sense of growing flowers: "Can this leaf be inserted into the soil to grow a new individual?"

Bai Zi's eyes lit up and she jumped up and rubbed against Bai Qing's back: "So Qingqing also wants to have a baby with me?"

Bai Qing felt that she might as well strangle him to death just now.