"Li Mochan," she called out again.
Li Mochan patiently hummed a response, his fingertips weaving through her hair, "What's up?"
Ye Jiuliang lifted her head, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, "Who do you think our baby will look more like in the future?"
The sudden shift in topic took Li Mochan by surprise. He stared at her for a moment, a pleasing curve forming on his lips, "Why did you suddenly think to ask that?"
"Just asking," Ye Jiuliang said as she rocked his arm, "You answer me first."
Li Mochan's eyes flickered, "If I tell you, you won't get angry?"
"Mhm," she nodded.
"Then I guess more like me."
Ye Jiuliang blinked, purely curious, "Why?"
After a moment of silence, he stifled a laugh, "If they're too much like you, too mischievous, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle them."
