"I dare you!"
Holding Cold Little Evil, Memoria sobbed in response.
"I dare not, I dare not. From now on, you're the queen of our household, the Empress Dowager, and I'm your little servant. You can do whatever you want with me..."
Pfft!
Hearing the words "little servant," Memoria laughed through her tears.
"And little sock too!"
Cold Little Evil chuckled, "Well, then let's name our son Little Sock in the future."
"Get out of here!"
Memoria laughed and punched him on the back, "My son won't be called Little Sock, it stinks."
"Then let's call him Little Glove."
"Who names like that?"
"Then what do you think he should be called?"
Memoria was stumped by the question. After thinking for a while, she said, "Definitely not Little Glove or Little Sock."
"Alright, not Little Glove or Little Sock, how about Little Hat or Little Scarf..."
"Cold Little Evil, you're so annoying!"
He sat down with her on the nurse's bed, pulling out a tissue to wipe her face.
