After a fierce struggle, she finally left a deep tooth mark on Mo Zhexuan's arm, which slightly calmed her anger.

"Are you born in the Year of the Dog?" Mo Zhexuan looked at the mark on his right arm and was so angry that he almost burst into curses.

"Mo Zhexuan! From today on, I won't let you touch a hair on my head again." Guan Jiahui said angrily.

"Did I give you face today or something? You said you don't want to touch me, so don't touch me." Mo Zhexuan would not be led by her. He immediately turned into a wolf and pounced on her. If he wanted to conquer this little sheep, he had to turn passive into active. He must not spoil her, because the more he spoiled her, the more she would become presumptuous.

A few hours later, Guan Jiahui, trembling with exhaustion, sang "Conquer":

"I was conquered by you

Cut off all escape routes

My mood is solid

My decision is confused

I was conquered by you

Drink the poison you hid

My despair has ended

.........”

"Are you calm now?" Mo Zhexuan said with a smile, looking at Guan Jiahui in his arms.

"I won't say another word to you." Guan Jiahui turned her head away and didn't look at Mo Zhexuan's face.

"Then continue."

"roll!"

"Then let's have a good talk and stop throwing tantrums."

"snort!"

“This is what happened…”

"Actually, I was going to tell you a good news today. I'm pregnant, but I didn't expect you to have a son."

"What? Then today is a double celebration!"

"Go away! Go find your son and stop bothering me."

“............”