Just as Xiaoshui was holding Wang Luo while walking toward Black Sand City, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting simultaneously reached Wang Yan's sides. They seemed to gently hook Wang Yan's arms, pressing their bodies tightly against him.
However, in secret, the two leaned over and whispered softly into Wang Yan's ear.
"Brother Wang Yan, when will we have our own child?" This was the strange voice of Beiming Xue.
"I want one today. I've even thought of a name, let's call him Wang Sicong." Ouyang Feiting said with a mischievous smile.
Wang Yan, wedged between the two, only felt the fingers of the two reaching under his armpits, gently pinching him.
Although the pinching was extremely painful, Wang Yan dared not move at all.
After all, who asked him to do something 'unforgivable'?
Although the actions of Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting were extremely subtle, everyone present was no ordinary human; with keen ears and sharp eyes, they clearly saw Wang Yan's awkwardness.
