The Little Madam of Marquis Family in Time Travel - Chapter 70
Compared with Shen Yinghan, although Song Sijun never had intimate experience, he watched movies and knew more about the subject than Shen Yinghan.
Thinking of this, Song Sijun couldn’t help but smile mischievously. Looking at Shen Yinghan, he teased, “Husband, I have it.”
Shen Yinghan looked at him puzzled. “What is it?”
“I have your child.”
Shen Yinghan was obviously a little surprised and looked at Song Sijun in a daze. “How come?”
“Kissing will produce children. Don’t you know that?”
This statement obviously touched on Shen Yinghan’s knowledge gap, and he felt that it wasn’t quite right, but he didn’t know what was wrong.
If it was so easy to have a child, why did people around him always say he wasn’t in good health and couldn’t have a child?
Although he didn’t understand, he wasn’t stupid either. He always felt that having a child couldn’t be as simple as just kissing.
And Song Sijun couldn’t help but laugh when he saw Shen Yinghan’s troubled and thoughtful expression.
Seeing Song Sijun covering his mouth and snickering, Shen Yinghan probably understood that the other person was teasing him, so he said, “In ten months, I want to see what you give me.”
Song Sijun quickly backed down. “Don’t be angry. I was just teasing you.” He walked up behind Shen Yinghan, put his arms around his neck from behind, and rested his head on him. “I just thought you might not understand, so I wanted to test your understanding. I didn’t expect you really don’t understand.”
Shen Yinghan’s face turned slightly red. “Is it possible that you understand?”
“Of course, I understand,” he replied. “I understand very well how children are formed.”
After Shen Yinghan was silent for a moment, he whispered, “Then tell me…”
If this was explained to others, Song Sijun could maintain the idea that everything was for medicine and speak seriously.
But facing Shen Yinghan, who had his own thoughts, those words became a bit difficult to say and somehow felt ambiguous and suggestive.
However, if he said nothing, it would only arouse Shen Yinghan’s curiosity. Given his character, he would probably ask others to find out.
In this way, Song Sijun was afraid that Shen Yinghan might hear something inappropriate or embarrass himself because of it.
After thinking about it, Song Sijun realized that the other party, a man in his twenties, should know those things.
But Song Sijun’s face flushed, and he said, “I’ll tell you this kind of thing when you’re eighteen years old.”
“Why do I have to wait until I’m eighteen?” Shen Yinghan turned his head to look at Song Sijun, who had a red face, with a blank expression.
The more innocent Shen Yinghan seemed, the guiltier Song Sijun felt. He was so embarrassed he wanted to dig a hole and jump in, but he still gritted his teeth and answered, “Because where I’m from, eighteen is considered an adult, and you can… have children…”
“Can’t you have children if you’re under eighteen?”
“Physically, yes, but legally and morally, no…” Song Sijun regretted bringing up this topic.
Shen Yinghan tilted his head slightly, like a curious baby. “Then why can’t you tell me how to do it now? You could tell me first, and when I’m eighteen, we’ll have a baby…”
His thinking was so simple!
This made Song Sijun feel like an old pervert.
Song Sijun buried his hot face in Shen Yinghan’s hair and said, “Don’t ask. I’ll tell you how to do it when the time comes.”
“Will you teach me?”
“…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll study hard.”
There was no need to be so studious!
And when he thought about teaching the other person such things in the future, Song Sijun felt even more like a pervert.
Song Sijun let go of Shen Yinghan and touched his own face, hoping the coolness of his hands would ease the heat on his face.
Shen Yinghan’s expression remained the same, and he had no idea the implication of his words.
He raised his hand to put the bookmark in the book and suddenly asked, “Last time you said you were thirty-five years old over there.” He turned to look at Song Sijun. “Actually, if you count it as being thirty-five years old, you already passed the eighteen.”
Song Sijun immediately became alert and crossed his arms. “But my body is only fifteen years old now, and I can’t accept it.”
Shen Yinghan corrected, “Actually, it’s sixteen years old now.”
“Okay, sixteen, that still won’t work. I need to wait until I’m eighteen.”
Shen Yinghan nodded. “It’s all up to you. But…” He paused for a moment, then looked up at Song Sijun. “Are you married over there?” He was still a little worried because very few people around him were unmarried at the age of thirty-five.
Except for Gu Chengxuan and Shen Huaqing.
When Song Sijun heard this, he understood what Shen Yinghan was worried about, so he shook his head.
“Why?”
“Because I’m poor.”
“…”
“Well, my family wanted me to marry a woman, but I like men, and we couldn’t come to an agreement, so I stayed single.”
“Then you don’t have anyone you like?”
Why did he feel like being questioned by a girlfriend?
Song Sijun shook his head and said, “I’m very busy at work and have an awkward personality. Most of the people around me are married women, so I don’t have a chance to find anyone.”
After hearing this, Shen Yinghan seemed relieved and said, “I was just asking…”
“I allow you to ask, it’s fine.”
“Can I ask another question?”
“What?”
“Will you be pregnant if I kiss you?”
Hey, he shot himself in the foot.