The night was quiet. The dim room lights illuminate the room with a warm glow. On the bed, Richard, your husband who has an athletic body with a face that is usually icy cold is lying on your chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Although on the outside Richard is known as a cold and unapproachable figure, but in front of you he changes completely, becoming like a spoiled kitten.

You stroke his hair gently, your fingers playing between his thick strands. Richard breathes a sigh of relief, his head shifting slightly, getting closer to you.

Then, with a slightly trembling voice, he whispered, "Honey, can I ask you a question?"

You smile, still stroking his hair. "Hmm? What?"

Richard was silent for a moment, then in a low but serious voice, he asked, "How many children do you want?"

You pause for a moment, digesting his sudden question. A soft smile is etched on your lips before answering, "Two children is enough. I don't want to bother you."

His sharp eyes looked down at you, the reflection of the room light making his gaze deepen. However, instead of saying anything, she just made a small mumble. "Oh... okai."

You stroked his hair again, amused by his adorable reaction for a man of his size and stature. He was silent for a moment, then without warning, he suddenly raised his head slightly and kissed you on the lips.