There are seven or eight men living in this young widow's house, so why don't they fight?

Is there no one in the village taking care of this?

The author seems to have common sense, but not much.

Lin Yue put down the book, rubbed her eyes and said, "Xiao Man's life...is doomed to fail."

Xiao Jingyun asked: "Why do you say that?"

Lin Yue chuckled: "The author wrote that seven or eight top men fell in love with her."

"If it were you, could you handle it?"

Xiao Jingyun said: "I can handle it."

Lin Yue said bluntly: "I can't resist. But forget about seven or eight, I just want one."

Xiao Jingyun rushed forward: "There is one right here."

Lin Yue dragged him onto the bed, covered his head with the quilt, and said, "This doesn't count."

Xiao Jingyun laughed muffledly under the quilt and reached out to tickle her. The couple soon got into a fight.

But suddenly, Lin Yue felt dizzy and wanted to vomit.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Jingyun asked anxiously.

Lin Yue shook her head, held his hand and said, "Nothing, go to sleep, we'll talk tomorrow."

Xiao Jingyun was worried and put his hand on her lower abdomen. Just as he was about to transfer some spiritual power, he suddenly felt something and said in surprise, "No way?"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkling with stars.

Lin Yue said: "It's a bit unbelievable."

Xiao Jingyun then held her in his arms and said happily, "We have a child."

"Yeah, we have a baby."

Lin Yue said, caressing her lower abdomen with her gentle hands.

So, are there going to be some ripples on these peaceful days?

She is also looking forward to the arrival of this child.