Late at night

Wen Ran and Mo Xiuchen took a shower and leaned against each other on the bed.

Behind Mo Xiuchen, there was a pillow, and in his arms, he held the weak and boneless woman after love.

The air is filled with the smell of joy and love, which adds a bit of sweetness and happiness to the originally warm room. Even though the night outside the window is cold, the room is warm and affectionate.

"Ranran, did Akai tell you all?"

Mo Xiuchen lowered his eyes and stared at the woman in his arms. Her slender hands were placed in front of his chest, and the lightly pressed him against him was exactly at his heart. The sound of calm heartbeats shook her palms.

Her body stiffened slightly. Although she quickly returned to normal, Mo Xiuchen still felt it.

Her face raised was exquisite and beautiful, like a top-notch jade. She looked into his eyes gently, as if she wanted to see it through his eyes and into his heart.

The little hand placed on his chest did not take it away. Feeling his heartbeat, he nodded gently: "Brother Gu told me, Xiu Chen, I made a decision for you without your consent."

Wen Ran tried hard to make his tone light and calm, like the most common conversation.

A trace of surprise flashed in Mo Xiuchen's eyes, as if he didn't quite understand what she meant, but then the surprise in his eyes was replaced by apologies: "Ranran, I'm sorry!"

"What's sorry?"

Wen Ran frowned, rarely domineering and willful: "I don't want to listen to sorry. I have already told Brother Gu that they will prescribe medicine for you. I know that if you hate drinking Chinese medicine, they will prescribe two Chinese medicines. From now on, I will accompany you to drink it every day."

In the hospital, when Wen Ran heard the news at first, he felt extremely sad, and even worried about Mo Xiuchen's emotions.

But now that she said it, she suddenly felt that nothing was wrong.

Isn’t it just taking medicine? She just stays with him.

She believed that Mo Xiuchen, a man who had experienced death and countless injuries, would not be hit by this difficulty.

Deep in Mo Xiuchen's eyes, something emerged and disappeared again.

He looked at Wen Ran's clear and beautiful little face and condensed her firm eyes. Suddenly, in his heart, there was a mixture of emotions.

For that moment, he even thought that Ranran could face it so bravely and could tell him how to drink medicine with him so firmly. If, if, one day, she would have known the truth, she would have been so brave!

"Ranran, why don't we want children."

Mo Xiuchen hesitated for the first time.

Wen Ran's expression froze.

She blinked, then blinked again, gently pursed her lips, and the firm eyes that had just now quickly appeared a layer of wetness.

"Ranran, don't be sad, I'm just saying."

Mo Xiuchen's heart tightened and said something to apologize and blurted out.

"Xiuchen, are you afraid, or do you don't like children?"

Wen Ran looked at him tightly. If he was afraid and she would always be with him, he would not have to be afraid.

If he doesn't like children, she suddenly feels indescribable sadness. He doesn't like children. Is it because his childhood was too unfortunate that he doesn't like children?

Mo Xiuchen held her strength and tightened her tightly, wrapped her tightly in his arms, pressed her chin against her head, and his voice sounded low and heavy: "Ranran, it's not that I don't want children, but I'm afraid that after working hard, it's useless. I still can't bear to accompany you to drink Chinese medicine with me. When I was a child, I drank Chinese medicine for two years and often vomited..."

Something slid down from the eye socket, like hot molten iron, dripping on Mo Xiuchen's chest.

Wen Ran hugged him back, and his strength continued to increase.

"But you insisted, didn't you?"

Her voice was choked and her heartache that she loved to the bone.

Mo Xiuchen's breathing was a little heavy, and he insisted on it. However, he also knew that the pain of drinking medicine for many years was that during that period, he wanted to give up more than once, but many times.

What is even more unbearable is psychological pressure.

It spread everywhere, his illness.

He even thought about dying. If Akai and the others were not with him, encourage him, so that he had to get better and survive in order to do what he wanted to do.

He is afraid he will really not be able to hold on.

He didn't want the woman he loved to bear it again. Although he thought of this method, if Ranran was willing to not have children, he would not want to watch her drink bitter medicine every day.

At this moment, his hatred for Fu Jingyi was deeper than for Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi. He not only swears in his heart that one day he would repay the pain he had added to Ranran's body a hundred times.

Wen Ran raised his tears and looked at him with heartache, "Xiuchen, before, I didn't accompany you, there was no chance. From now on, I will accompany you in a row."

"We share blessings and eat bitterness together, okay?"

Mo Xiuchen didn't speak, but just pursed his thin lips tightly.

"I know, this disease cannot be cured in just a few days. I also know that you have taken too many medicines before, and now you must be very disgusted with the medicine. But for me, don't give up, okay?"

"You are the eldest son of the Mo family. No matter what your father treats you, you have the responsibility to pass on the family line. There is such a large group. When we get old, people will always inherit it."

"Actually, these are not important, inheritance is not important, and no one inherits the group is not important. The most important thing is that I want our children, and I also want a son and a daughter. My son looks like you, and my daughter looks like me. I have no chance to accompany you in your childhood. I hope that our children can grow up happily and look at them like..."

The words behind were drowned by Wen Ran's choking sound.

Mo Xiuchen just hugged her tightly, tightly, as if only in this way could she feel her love and how important she is to him.

There was a scene in front of him that she had longed for. Perhaps many years later, they gave birth to a son and a daughter. As she said, the boy was like him and the girl was like her. Watching them grow up, it was like, after they met more than ten years later, they never separated.

He cannot change what has happened, and cannot let time go back, but he can give her everything to a future she wants.

"Ranran, stop talking, I promise you!"

He had no reason to refuse again.

Even if I was reluctant to let it go, this moment could not resist the bright future she longed for.
Chapter completed!