Yang Fan wrapped his arm around Tang Zimo's shoulder: "Silly, everything requires a bit of talent, don't force it if it's not coming naturally. I'll take care of it when I have time. You just need to learn some simple stuff and cook some tasty food for Guoguo; there's a pile of other stuff to do at home, like laundry, tidying up rooms, all of which I hate the most, so I'll need your help there."
"It's nothing, really—simple tasks are done just like that."
"Then just keep yourself healthy and rosy-cheeked, it's also fine to give Guoguo a little sister."
Tang Zimo's cheeks flushed red as she slapped Yang Fan's chest: "I'm not giving birth..."
"Why not?"
"No reason at all." Tang Zimo stood up from the sofa and headed into the room without turning back: "I'm going to check on Guoguo, call me if you need anything."
Yang Fan pursed his lips and mumbled to himself while stroking his chin: "This won't do, need to continue the persuasion and training, too disobedient."
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