Having said that, Lu Yumei turned around and left.
Liu Zhizhong watched her enticing shadow, the snowy white and delicate legs swaying beneath the bath towel, her twisting slim waist, and plump, perky buttocks. Heat surged in his lower abdomen, nearly losing control.
However, he said indifferently, "Laughing at me with childbearing doesn't mean much, does it? If your daughter slept with me properly, I guarantee I could produce a whole bunch of kids."
Lu Yumei turned around in the midst of beautiful rose bushes, sizing up Liu Zhizhong from head to toe, and chuckled coldly, "Haven't I let you sleep with her before? My Yan'er is so beautiful, and you've been with her for years; you should be satisfied. It's your own lack of competence—blame yourself. Besides, there won't be another chance; Yan'er will definitely divorce you, and I don't want to be the grandmother of a Liu child!"
With a proud spin, Lu Yumei descended the stairs.