Qi Sinian set the box down and turned up the bedside lamp. In its warm, yellow glow, she rested her head on his shoulder, her own face shrouded in shadow. “Do you really want to have a child?” Qi Sinian asked. It was the first time the two of them had ever discussed the subject so openly. Zhong Xiran slowly lifted her head. “Don’t you?” “I’m asking you.” His expression was no different than usual,