The two lay in the garden, Skye holding Yang Bo close with her head resting on his arm.
The sun had already set, and pinpricks of starlight had appeared in the sky.
"Skye, I want to take you to meet my parents..."
Skye's soft body stiffened a little, and she asked helplessly, "Now?"
"This is too sudden! I'm not ready yet. I can't wear this, can I? And we need gifts."
She scrambled out of Yang Bo's arms, looking utterly flustered. Amused, he smiled and said, "Relax. Once I take you home, they'll be so happy they won't be able to sleep."
Yang Bo could already imagine how shocked his parents would look when he brought Skye home.
"No, no."
Skye grabbed Yang Bo's arm and pulled him up from the ground. Her face flushed as she said, "Take me back first. I need to get myself properly ready."
"Also, what do your parents like?"
Yang Bo thought for a moment, then said with a perfectly serious expression, "What do they like?"
"Hmm... grandchildren, probably! After all, they can look at them and play with them."
Skye burst out laughing, easing some of her nervousness. Then her spirits sank again, and she said, "But I..."
Yang Bo held Skye and said softly, "I've already figured out the problem. Once we go home, you'll definitely be able to get pregnant."
"Then you can have as many babies as you want."
Skye lifted her head and looked at Yang Bo with wide, glistening eyes. "Really?"
Yang Bo nodded gently and pinched her nose. "Why would I lie to you about that...?"
"Come on. Let's head out now."
A spatial rift appeared inside an ordinary residence, and two figures stepped out.
They were Yang Bo and Skye.
As Yang Bo looked around