Chapter 62: Are the tadpoles of good quality?

In the study, Huo Jingyuan heard the noise of leaving, put down the pen in his hand, stood up and walked to the door, watching Wen Ci send the little kids away with his own eyes.

Then, he walked slowly and firmly towards Wen Ci, put his arm around her waist, and locked the door with his other hand.

The man's hot breath came close to Wen Ci's ear and blew a breath of cool air towards her earlobe. Sensing Wen Ci's body trembling, he curled his lips and said, "It's night, tell me what tadpoles mean?"

Wen Ci: “…”

I wondered what the dog man was going to do.

The result is to wonder what 'tadpole' means.

With a smile on her lips, she jokingly said, "Captain Huo, are you so eager to learn?"

"Shouldn't we be studious?"

But combined with what Wen Ci said: "Whether or not to have twins generally depends on the strength of the man's tadpoles?" he vaguely guessed what "tadpoles" meant.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Jingyuan carried the person back to the room in a princess hug. As soon as he entered the room, the chill instantly dissipated and his body became much warmer.

"Ah Ci."

Huo Jingyuan spoke slowly, his voice mellow and full of suppressed lust. He looked at the woman in his arms with burning eyes.

"Let's not have kids yet, okay?"

Although he hasn't had a child yet, his family has birth condoms issued by his workplace. He just doesn't know if he will get used to wearing them.

"Why?" Wen Ci narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Wait for me for a few years, and we'll go back to the capital and be reborn."

The medical conditions in the northwest are very different from those in Beijing. As the capital, Beijing has imported a considerable amount of precise and advanced medical equipment.

He didn't want his wife to return to the capital alone when she was pregnant.

So I want to wait a few years before having another child.

Wen Ci heard what Huo Jingyuan meant, and smiled charmingly, asking word by word: "Captain Huo, you are 31 years old this year. In another two years, will the quality of your tadpoles still meet the standards?"

Wen Ci deliberately emphasized the word "tadpoles".

"Why can't you give birth?" Huo Jingyuan asked with a dark face.

His wife was doubting her own abilities. She lowered her head and bit Wen Ci's earlobe, while her other rough hand stroked her waist.

The calloused palms rubbed back and forth on the tender white part of Wen Ci's waist. The man's deep voice was filled with laughter: "Tonight I will let you see what it means that a sword never gets old."

Nightfall.

The sound of two people breathing heavily could be heard in the dim room. Wen Ci hugged the man's muscular waist, his eyes fell on Huo Jingyuan's chest, and he freed his hand to gently stroke that chest.

"Does it hurt?"

Huo Jingyuan paused as he reached for the fertility condom in the drawer, retracted his hand, and responded calmly, "I don't feel anything."

He had been wounded more seriously on the battlefield ten years ago. He felt a little when the knife pierced his chest, but he had no memory of what happened afterwards.

"Ah Ci, shall we continue?"

The man's deep eyes were filled with burning desire.

Wen Ci's eyes were moved: "Can I not wear it?"

She had heard people mention that the quality of fertility condoms in the 1980s was not good and they were prone to getting stuck in...

"Can't."

The man's voice became impatient.

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The next day.

Huo Jingyuan stood on the playground for morning training with a cheerful and gloomy face. The Youth League Committee saw his deadpan face and couldn't help asking, "What's up? You have a deadpan face so early in the morning."

Huo Jingyuan glanced at the Youth League Committee and asked, "Do you know who invented the fertility condom?"

(End of this chapter)